Bronze Age

Granite round houses,

thatched with brushwood and heather,

circled fresh pastures.

Men and women shaped the clay

into beakers for beer.

They drank in their myths,

divining the wilderness

with long lines of stone.

Beyond the first settlements,

wolves called from the old forest.


Bring flowers on this winter night

where all the garden sleeps

                                beneath its leaves

I ache for the sweet of petal...