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.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Quite the work. I can't say more.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the history and the poetry. I like the story of the old places. History is fun to hear about and more fun to walk upon the old terrain. You taught me something new. I do appreciate. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Dean]

A very lovely and skillfull indulgence in nostalgia. I'm glad you've found in the Olympics at least a partial recovery. :-)

[Pax]

a wonderful view of your heritage. Great job as always.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

beautiful images play in my head of indomitable men fighting for survival. Makes one's heart feel as though they are left on the crags, tainted with blood.

Very well done. :)

Sigh....the name of those Islands....

Nice you name Troy...
It takes me into old Greece,
And above the Island Lesbos,
*where also an olympic story goes about*
You probably know already... ;)

" Stand proud on the bow
fierce fight for freedom
let not her echo die…"

E.P.I.C.

Dear poet...

E.L.

[Ladysue]

a beautiful piece honoring your heritage. I like the images too. clear and precise.

[afra]

beautiful ...good job

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a great way to honor your heritage... your words ring with great pride.

[Brittany]

For some reason I was thinking King Arthur.

Well done.