Poems of the Dark Ages
Ephemeral rhymes inspired by wisps of post-Roman history from post-Imperial Britain.
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Urien
Mountains divide Britain by streamside, fault lines of water corroding dreams, corrupting tongues. Upland fells where travellers dare to follow where...
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Museum Grave
He lived for thirty years, this caption surmises, though I see slow pain gnaw and lay him like alluvial spoil inside a sandstone shelf, where a wife...
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Cadwallon
You are a thorn in my ear from the wind, Cadwallon king. Tonight this corner in a city knows other business; young bloods steel for trouble from no...
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St Berchan's Wood
Once he lived within a wattle cell, this streamside priest who pressed his hermit's brow to prophesy. I see (as he foretold) the sea unfold mysteries...
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Gawain for a Day
Just before dawn old warriors cried and carrion died inside their dreams. The man today who thought of Gawain, awake, could only cry his heart out to...
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The Birth of Blodeuwedd
You, under heaven, sang nine songs for her, here on this hill: Math and Gwydion, magicians before the bards found Christ. Oak and broom and...
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Dark Age Sands
This is not how we planned it, the careful sift stratified to mechanical layers, a mosaic of meaning in the shattered soil. Bury this and it comes...
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The Princes of the Dark Ages At The Seaside (Part One)
The warband has stopped off from its ravaging and gone to the beach for the day. They have forgotten their swimming costumes and don’t own a beach...
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A Head Full of Bells
Being the tale of Prince Conall, cursed by St Colum Cille 'Conall, you are cursed,' the saint said to him. 'Prince of pride, you won't be king. A...
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