Eclipse – Brogdar’s Ring
Time stands still
While I tap my feet
Ice crackles a chill
While I drum my fingers
As breath condenses
I wait listless
Blue-black my senses
My hands empty – giftless.
Once a box within a box
Was given to me
The giver a generous loves
Contents given free.
And table laid for guests
Magpie trees crowded
A lock of free hair, lest
I forget you are my Lord
A child in a chestnut skin
Silken and milk-white
A child in a cuckoo’s nest
Stolen with eyes wide and light.
What was in the gift
Swans down golden hare
Sun and moon eclipsed
Promise me – wait right there.
Just as silent birds hush
Sudden dark from daylight
Sun comes from moon, singing thrush,
Meet me by Brogdar’s ring tonight.
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