Wild Daughter
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A collection of accidental poetry exploring place, time and what it means to be a person.
Lauren K Nixon
An ex-archaeologist enjoying life in the slow-lane, Lauren K. Nixon is an indie author fascinated by everyday magic.She is the author of numerous short stories and the Chambers Magic series. She also curates the fabulous Short Story Superstars, a vibrant community of writers, whose anthology is now available!Having studied Archaeological Sciences at Bradford University - a truly global subject - Lauren went on to discover that what everyone always told her about there being no jobs in archaeology was quite true. Happily, there are many things to keep her occupied, and when she's not writing she can be found gardening, singing, reading, playing the fool and playing board games.
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Wild Daughter - Lauren K Nixon
Blackbird in the apple tree
My grandfather planted
Below a cloud-streaked,
frost-laden sky:
What omen are you?
What news do you bring
To this unsettled, too-warm winter?
To this fresh-faced, incautious spring?
If hope is the thing with feathers,
Perhaps it also has a yellow beak,
A jet black eye
And the tang of sour cooking apples,
On a tree that was always more than half magic,
In the glisten of a tardy frost.
Mist-Runner
(From Functioning as Intended)
I stand at the keel
Of a fleet running warship.
A swift, sleek, mist-runner
That in older days harried the coast
Of this land that I call home.
I should be offended –
The blood that was spilled was part of my own.
In the old way of speaking,
In this wide, green land
I can see the line of my people
Back to the heathen under the mound.
It was my kin they were killing;
Women like me, carried off
To a less than certain fate.
Across the globe, flame and fear still
strike like distant thunder.
I am ‘civilised’,
And feel the shame and outrage
At every fresh assault
On the peaceful and the innocent
Of today.
I know the blood soaked
Into that timbered deck –
But I feel it less than I ought,
As a civilised creature
Among my fellow beasts.
This ship, these splintered boards
Were a part of that same storm
In an older age.
The time of heroes,
When killing meant glory or shame
And no one had invented
The word for guilt.
I live an ordered, quiet existence,
Free of the blood and smoke
Of that older age,
But gazing at
That ring-whorled prow,
I long for the storm and the sword.
To take to the whale-roads
Of mine or someone else’s ancestors
And win glory with blood.
To see the ice leaving the winter stream
And know it is time
To follow my friends
Into battle,
Into song.
To meet death smiling,
With conviction, not fear.
To delight in life and roar into the dark,
Happy to take my place among the steadfast ones
In a wide, warm hall
Where the mead never runs dry.
I fancy