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“The lights of the town
distant across the harbour
I am one of those
who were unable to sleep
� the sentience of Time
beneath a shoreless sea of drifting stars

while you were woven to the moon
And you �

You were the ocean
and we were the land
You lay down unflinching
You lay down forgetting
And you were the ocean
and we were the land”
― Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides

“An Artemisian Coronation by Stewart Stafford

A waxing moon with tidings,
Cataract vision in sheer mist,
Through curtains of fine rain,
The foresight of the lunar eye.

Cockcrow stabs the dawn,
Drowned green fields rouse,
Boars trample in the fens,
Sheep as anchored clouds.

A magpie and raven duelling,
Branch to branch to the death,
Proudly staking their claims,
To the wren's avian coronation.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford