Reading age-old wisdomis new wine in an old bottlepoured by the hands of mercythat opens another door,one that was never there,and all was a blank wall. The pages are as virgin snow.When there are footnotes to follow.the metaphors are arrestingeven in their antiquity.The sun and stars are favouredwhen the moon rests its case,and the snow falls on summer lawns,a sure sign of … [Read more...] about Reading Wisdom, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
A Holy Hint, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall
To say how is my lovewill you fly to heron silken wings,bird of silver songwith your sweet tongue. One or two or three thingsare never easy to find:counting the stars in the frost,or touching the moon,or hearing the mind of my love. (Freely adapted from the traditional Welsh song, Aderyn du) … [Read more...] about A Holy Hint, By: Geoffrey Heptonstall

