The foggy, foggy dew

Once I knew you,

Red hair blowing free,

Catholic and wild:  

The young banshee.

A Jacobite, like me.


The moral guardians condemn us:

Say we are transgressors,

The breakers of the law.


So then we ask each other

What is life for?


It’s the wildness that’s within us!

Our spirits roaming free:

The accomplishment of nothing

That is you and me.

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◄ A winter blossoming

To the crags, where eagles soar ►


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