by Rokkan son of Martal
Beneath the wild windswept skies
Burnished sunsets, soft gilded moonrise
The snow powered peaks and palace tiles
My northern beauty sleeping lies.
Two moons in the storm racked dome
One waxes, the other in demise goes
Sending hapless beggar, heartsick and bereft
From distant inclines to stagger home.
Bitter grief flows in white streams
To settle and pool beneath your falls
And life and love stirs once more
In gentle mist and hope filled dreams.
For in your encircled garden soils
Crowd honeyed blooms and hidden thorns
I sigh, entranced beneath the Marosa tree,
Thus sheltered by your heady coils.
Magnificent Marosa my heart desires.
Whether fitful sunshine or driving rain
Or morning dews anoint my face
I’ll hold you in warm embrace ‘til breath expires.
Northern beauty be kind to me
Though undeserving no doubt I be
For like the moon my love to full orb wakes
Until I drown in your alluring capricious sea.
© Jeanette O’Hagan 2013