August 19, 2012 – ayaladn

they’re 3 years long, beyond there calling, I’m goin’ out, to hear ‘m theirs

the date o’ that a spool & cairn there, that character, & land alee

as bookmar t’hence, no time > fallow, & now as then lie reeds & glens

o’er Iron’s build a mote as town is, from hence ashore, & sure o’ that

the earish lad, @ once m’ladies, begin again among the stones, the water’s ripe