Lorna Smithers

Winter King

Dec 24th, 2014 | By
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By Lorna Smithers you take me back to what is raw, glacial plains of horror, the obnoxious beauty of it all   to beyond the ice age when millennia ago we met when the universe drew breath,   when the binding song coalesced. You came as cold wind and your inspiration was death.   You

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Samhain poetry – Presence

Oct 26th, 2014 | By
Lorna Smithers

By Lorna Smithers   Presence For the Ancestors of this Land   You are birch on tundra tossed by the north wind. You are elk drowned agonised in a shallow pool. You are auroch, wild horse, antlered stag slain. You are salmon. You are a sea faring people. You are Briton, Roman, Saxon, Norse and

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Fairy Procession

Oct 2nd, 2014 | By
Fairy Lane, Penwortham

by Lorna Smithers Recently, Lorna blogged for Moon Books about fairy folklore and fairy funerals. This poem is on the same theme… Fairy Procession   Hear, oh, hear The passing bell, fear The midnight toll on the corpse road drear   Heed our chant Avert your glance From the spectral procession of Fairyland   For

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September poetry

Sep 16th, 2014 | By

By Lorna Smithers               Reaping Moon Gathering poetry from fading light and seeds from meadow flowers, cutting down swathes, curved edges of the scythes sweeping and all the grasses falling. When I was soil the seeds were in my eyes, lying down in the dreaming as the world around

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August poem

Aug 18th, 2014 | By
Lorna Smithers

by Lorna Smithers         Grasshopper Party I stepped through a puddle one day and lost a Wellington boot at a giant green grasshopper party. They thought it was such a hoot!   I joined their ring with a skip and hop that barely cleared the grass. My feet would not dance to

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July poem

Jul 20th, 2014 | By

Poetry for July by Lorna Smithers   Solstice Sun Down from Preston Bus Station   Old sun sinks into the bowels of the city which holds me in its windows, in panes of light golden as mead.   Dusk arrives in a purple cloak, dresser of towers and spires, not softening the concrete brutal curves

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June Poem

Jun 3rd, 2014 | By

 Lorna Smithers is a poet and philosophy postgraduate living in Penwortham in Lancashire. She writes poetry inspired by the Bardic Tradition about nature, local history and British mythology and performs regularly in around Preston. In 2012 she won the Preston Guild Poetry Competition. Her poems have been published in The Dawntreader, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly and

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May Poems

May 10th, 2014 | By

Lorna Smithers is a poet and philosophy postgraduate living in Penwortham in Lancashire. She writes poetry inspired by the Bardic Tradition about nature, local history and British mythology and performs regularly in around Preston. In 2012 she won the Preston Guild Poetry Competition. Her poems have been published in The Dawntreader, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly and

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Sylph

Feb 5th, 2014 | By

Sylph Winged one of the eastern gate hangs over Brigantia like an angel of the north rolling off my cornea in fathomless lineaments, sinews strung in touchless cloud defying horizons down. No eye can bind you, but you bind my sight- if I close my eye-lids then the sky falls down. Winged one of the

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Half Moon and the Holly King

Jan 8th, 2014 | By

Half bitten moon cries a waning scream Her severed pieces are brought by the stream to the cavernous lair of the holly king who grinds his axe on a sharpening stone preparing his block for the gore of heroes. Silent and pensive he waits in his cave. The moon arrives and his blood red eyes

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