by Lynne Remick
A somber song
rolls off
green tongues
in melodies
of time begun
The hum
of stones
that stand
like mimes
Bagpipes whisper
ghostly chimes
Heather warbles
in chilling breeze
As ringing winds
strum gold reeds
earthly passion
lilts unbowed
in this place
where time sings loud
by Janelle Gregory
Killdeer drags her wing,
calling death at bay
from nestlings in the golden grass--
morseled bits of prey.
Fearless, she taunts, her wile.
Desperate hunter stalks--
mother blood seduction
into her trap he walks.
Shake the blades,
her babes have fled.
The hungry mouth now lost.
Maternal life -- sacrifice.
Not one of hers are dead.
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