27 May 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 002 Songs whispered
Songs whispered, by dancing grain, beneath the haunted moon
resounding to the whirlwind’s sweep the plain, for fear, that daybreak comes too soon.
Deep midnight, by the moon’s chill glance, out of the dense fog wrapped about them
the children cease to sing and dance, stands in a circle unbroken
