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.

[MOON]

Beautiful write tribute to the past heritage and Olympics bringing of nations together . Lovely

[Marie]

Beautiful and haunting...Albion...lovely she must hav ebeen...