Tis a battle
o‘ th’ jade an’ blue cerulean sea.
Tis a battle o’ bone an’ tissue
An’ th’ constant struggle tae stay afloat.
Tis th’ coming o’ Wormwood
An’ th’ sorrows he shall bring.
We await
Th’ bitter taste tha’ we shall spit
Frea oor mouth
As th’ sky drops doon her rain.
Come th’ season o’ th’ serpent an’
Nae a drop shall be spared
Frae th’ seekers o’ th’ shore.
Marooned
Is a lonely word.
Nae a body shall be spared
Frae th’ wrath o’ th’ air,
Frae th’ demons below th’ waves.
We will be tested
On th’ gritty lowlands,
Th’ best an th’ least o’ us.
Th’ living will be th’ victors,
Those who raise thair fists
At th’ Wormwood star,
An those who seek th’ morrow.
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About jedwardnajera
I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession.
My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium.
He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years.
Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures.
I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
