Genii Cucullati (The Hooded Ones)
Housesteads, Northumberland

we three still beat
beneath the fort
(Hadrian – that
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)

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