Poet’s Corner: Against the Hiraeth

Against the Hiraeth — by Rocklyn Grace (Annyce Stone)
 
Your voice.

I heard it once.

So sweet it made every

earthquake halt and remember

the olden time of hearing.

It was a place,

more than a place.

It was glory and holy

and a longing,

calling and calling

on the scarred places

the elders’ hearts

the Days’ Ancient stone

set upon the corner of an echo

across the green vale

where the rocks are rune decorated

and the wind rests its mighty

head on the cool earth to

breathe again in gentle

crashes against the Hiraeth.

It is everywhere and nowhere,

Your voice. 

“Hiraeth” is a Welsh term that is a deep longing for something, a home, that is irretrievably lost.
 
Photo credit goes to: Fares Kaze.  He is co-author for the book, “Soaring Wolf Howling Eagle.”
The poem is by Lyons poet Annyce Stone, but it is listed in e-book stores under her pen name of Rocklyn Grace.