New wetland frozen fast.
Grow, gradual scribbles.
I write for longer projects.
High Green wed.
The girl-child, become woman, leaves her childhood for the palace life.
From beyond the Island Of The Elephant – realm of Khnum, Satet, Anqet – you flow from your
secret cavern-source to those bouldered, bord’ring shores!
Delphic, dark, ‘n hid you are…
Women. Life. Freedom.
All about the tanglebranch of brokentwig it rushroars, raring for the smoothstone leap – the turning, tumbling stream.
Here where the lake’s submerged this bench.
Glenmacnass leaps to the valley b’low, her sights upon the Irish Sea…