The Queen of arable beauty
in majesty reaches to the sea.
Where the waves of passing currents
pay homage to her radiance.
Eight siblings lie beside her,
each in their way stunning.
Her brother’s army marshalled in the south
and her youngest sister skipping to the north.
Sorrowful death in their midst.
But happiness and beauty are the family traits.
The melodies of their history reach far and near.
While the Diaspora who claim them as home
look backward, ever backward.
Their longings filled with images
of cottage fires and deep green hues,
trees with entwined initials.
Timeless, glacial carvings that beckon still.
Seeing them in my mind.
Needing them in my soul.
The bejewelled, unsullied, legendary nine.
Taken from Ian Andrew’s Little Book of Silly Rhymes & Odd Verses. Available in e-book and paperback. Follow him on social media: