Caleden

Unto the grasses and the peat's, and Hebridean gales, I once was bound, and still...my soul is blown by them. I tripped upon they stones, upon the flags of God's own steps...into the highland's.

I was among the Celt and Pict and Saxon, and I stole among the keeps of Hadrian's great wall...and I was upon the rock of Dumbarton. When Alth Clut was a boy, I played among his rune...and learned a many in the day.

I was chaste and lived as Lailoken and died as Merlin. I am now again. Unto that Eden, I do haste...and they search for me in Powys. What a waste. I wasn't even there.


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Druid temple, google pic