Saint Michael’s Mount, at Morning A fan of folded sunlight skeins through towered parapets five fingers splayed in morning rays gleam gold on battlements a wave of shoreline cobbles damp in toasted almond sand they dance like finely jewelled hands in stony dusted bands We climb a path of basalt, carved in shallow sea-washed burls underneath four granite flagstones, next to samphire swirls where bands of Benedictine brothers rest, long buried in bog barrows swallows swoop with rooks as choughs sing psalms with hooded sparrows A distant beam of light shines down, where Michael slew the dragon the hill an ancient salt path where the pilgrims rode their wagons to the port across the hillock and a place they called Land’s End while the next stop was Gibraltar, what the caliphates defend Apart from when the clergymen came through to claim the grail as Crusaders chose a line of rose to stake as their own trail leading on beyond the dawn, a path of solar means a place where Celts and Saxons felt lay north of Aberdeen To the frozen isle of Thule, misty isle where Grecians sailed Iberians, Phoenicians too, and clerics were assailed the rock was found by Vikings and two ravens through the fog as a circle was completed with the monks submerged in bog Bill Arnott Bill Arnott is the bestselling author of the Gone Viking travelogues and A Season on Vancouver Island. When not trekking with a small pack and journal, Bill can be found on Canada’s west coast, where he lives near the sea on Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh land.
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9/10/2023 03:08:46 pm
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