from the editor:
spring. a first warmth. in the rolling duneland, the sheep bundle and pasture. under the shade of monastery bells their faces like mirrors. sensitive to voice, to it’s cadence, we sing. then a marsh. water alive with mating birds. given into our hands two grey goose feathers. listen, a rising body of air three buzzards circle and shout.
the ground splits in a delicate green. blackthorn blossom intoxicate from sunlit edges. the pine and the oak, the beech. the woodpeckers mating song. the finches and the wren. the bull on the path behind us, giant in its nurture. a pause. shadows of small birds dart in the thicket and briar. the sun heavy on our backs. the land encloses a year into my eye, it’s ceaseless shelter.
this morning we walked and dreamt. the land close to home so suddenly alive. the landscape a muse.
there is a wonderful poet who will be part of our next issue, coming in June. Lydia Harris lives in Westwray in Orkney and i have been so inspired by her writing.
here is a fragment of a larger poem about an ancient bell
I am tintinnabulam
tuned to the shoulders
of Cairn Gorm and Suilven
and the small hills you count
on your fingers, one, two,
three, my voice honed to the grind
the roots of the ground.
you can read the whole poem and another here
and to those of you who are poets and would like to submit their work to the winged moon, our submission window is open until May 21st. But do send your work as early as you can, so we can fit it’s beauty into our burgeoning issue. have a look at our website for all of the guidelines.
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Until next time
Jai Michelle Louissen
EIC The Winged Moon
wonderful !
I feel like the theme of hireath would make a great issue to read. All the ways someone depicts their homeland or what they consider to be home.