Genii Cucullati (The Hooded Ones)
Housesteads, Northumberland
we three still beat
beneath the fort
(Hadrian – that
Johnny-come-lately
we well outlived
his Diana)
you’ll hear our names
in oak leaves
read them in the flick
of a squirrel’s tail
you’ll feel us
in your pulse
listen hard
it’s an age
since we danced
Janis Freegard
(first published in the Scottish-based webjournal surface online, sadly no longer in existence)
You can read all the other Tuesday poems at the new Tuesday Poem blog here.
Lovely flow to this.
Thanks Kay!
love the last three lines and where they leave us – my mum comes from this part of the world… thanks for your Tuesday Poem Janice