I REMEMBER ALBION

I whisper these words as the nations gather on her shores…

I remember Albion

voiced in my bones

stirring glass embers…

 

She calls soft to me

with her ivory crags

shadowed meadows…

 

Fated second Troy

promised island fair

from goddess whisper…

 

A land of giants few

Goëmagot the last

cast dying down…

 

How my kinsmen call

on otherworldly ships

beckoning me to live…

 

Stand proud on the bow

fierce fight for freedom

let not her echo die…

 

I remember Albion

my soul still lingers

on her ashen lips…

Author's Note

She is my heritage… my blood… Albion is the oldest known name of the island of Great Britain. The name for Scotland in the Celtic languages is related to Albion: Alba in Scottish Gaelic, Albain in Irish, Nalbin in Manx and Alban in Welsh. New Albion and Albionoria ("Albion of the North") were briefly suggested as possible names of Canada during the period of Canadian Confederation. Now enjoying the 2012 London Olympics... :)

Reviews

[Kristallo]

Absolutely adore the ending, the whole poem really; it's so elegantly written. "My soul still lingers on her ashen lips..." Beautiful visuals. I admire your ability to pack so much beauty and depth into so few words, without compromising the power of the piece itself.

"She calls soft to me
with her ivory crags
shadowed meadows…" Such delicate grace you've captured here. I admire your passion for your heritage, and your sweetly exotic style of writing- always such a pleasure to escape into the portrait of your mind. Remarkable write.

[Steph K]

Your work never ceases to amaze me. I haven't been on Writer's Cafe for a while and yet your work remains just as breathtaking as before. I like the use of punctuation in this; the loose ends at each stanza gives me a sense of listlessness and has a dreamy finish. The strong imagery through "her ashen lips" and death is poignant and powerful. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece.

[An owl on the moon]

So glad to have you by again, dear Steph... Truly appreciate your words and the inspiration of your wondrous life... :)

[pumpkin head]

WOW, This is so deep and amazing. So nicely written.

[Ian H Morrison]

love it brilliant

[lee von cleef]

Let not her echo die... so clean, clear,a ships bow on the calm sea,slicing through the evening light. great to let the past pull us forward , keep it up.

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Creative and skillfully penned, as always :) An honorable tribute of your heritage.

[Priscilla Sayers]

What can I say besides... this piece took my breath away.

[Renée]

One's heritage does call to the soul doesn't it? And when you stand upon the soil it nourishes & strengthens like no other can... Great piece Mr. Froman ! Beautiful !

[emmajoy]

' She calls soft to me ~ with her ivory crags ~ shadowed meadows…' what a silky smooth phrase, Craig, it really does perpetuate your love of personal history. Plus the style of your phrasing is very appropriate for the theme .. love it.

I remember you telling me way back about your ancestors and how you long to walk their land, this post really displays that still present need to trace your roots.