"Lady in the Meadow" by Kinuko Y. Craft

Our fathers' paths lead along shaded stones
and faerie trees; where stoats slink silent
beneath sedge and fern; where slender swans
float upon blue-grey seas.

The Celtic moon marks bloody still
a past gone before we gathered swords
named for spirits of uncalm cleft,
before our strokes Goddamned Godfrey
and deepened the deepest hole in Hell.

Northmen! The wreckage of women,
children, kindred within these thousand graves,
bears still yours by your fathers' names.
These are bones under hawthorn, beside yew,

unborn bones yet tender,
torn from the womb.

Bio: Tamar Silverman's poetry has been published by Crescent Moon Review, National Review and has received an honorable mention by Web De Sol. She resides in Oregon.

Contact Tamar at tamars10@hotmail.com