This title has been following me around for years and maybe can settle here for a while.  I do have another blog languishing out there (roonvallack@blogspot.com) but have not visited to play for ages.  I'm looking forward to being part of this community and posting writing that I enjoy or have written and hopefully spinning into the other blog to post photos and news of Rack and Roon Vallack.

This is a new world to me but I'm tiptoeing around, seeing what it feels like.  I want to post a poem I wrote recently. 

Reliquary

This is a container of holy things.

Held behind the glass, beneath the ice

Snapshots of friends who made me whole.

Weaving breath between the memories

I study each of them

 

Through interleaving

Layers of time, they taught me

How to live

And how to let go.

Within five years all five were gone

 

Kit a solitary, singular, calico cat.

A trophy rabbit stuck in the cat flap.

Anything sparkly fair game. A magpie cat.  

Gazing for hours at light reflections

Shimmering. Content, transported.

 

Connie, blind and tiny, tumbled to me

And I was lost. My anam chara, soul friend.

She shepherded me through life.

Seventeen years on I was blind with tears

As she lifted her head in understanding.

 

Essa, rune-named for stillness.

Wagging for life through the shelter bars.

Later, streaming out of the woods,

Running with  roe deer, not after them. 

Greeting strangers, he soothed pain.

 

The lurchers came together. Found on a motorway,

Barbed wire wounds tracing their legs.

Fly would thread through the centre of the field,

Gyp hunting in the margins, the hedges.

Then circling, racing, joyous.

 

They are all safe.

Let go long ago and held close

Beneath the preserving ice

And protective glass.

Private.

Rosie Mor

That wasn't so hard!   I'll potter off to have a look at some other folks makings.