Leaves gash the ground with wounds of colour
Where the lonely eagles cry,
Frost binds the earth with straps of iron
And the bright wind shakes the sky;
I've listened to the Faery Folk
And drunk their magic brew,
I've spoken to men and angels
And the dark Satanic crew,
But no-one showed me mercy
By the side of the bitter sea
When Jesus wept and Moses moaned
And they nailed me to the Tree.
there is no words for me........ a great write....... my salutations and knee bent down to pray......... thank you for your kind sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true poetic complaint i must say...beautiful//