by the tantrum of a fiery prophetess;
war tattoo emblazoned across a meek night sky.
for roundhouses, sought unsettled settlements;
in crow’s wood, watched a weary world’s end
through the playful
patina of old oak and aged ash leaf.
We lay out,
supplicants to sulking river gods; uncertain,
watching heavens rip through ripples,
soft sedge shimmers
to douse new, forge spawned anxieties.
mocked us, tracked the heated prospect of change
hillside where wild deities danced in the reclaimed dark.
Written by the Silicon Tribesman
As 2017 comes to a close, I’d thought I’d end the year with a poem about time being delineated by a significant event. In 466 BCE, the Greeks made one of the first recordings of the passing of Halley’s Comet; I wondered how others might perceive the event in prehistoric Britain. Happy New Year to worshippers of all gods and goddesses, ancient and new and those of no faith too! Have a good night everyone!