THE POET

Here, he went under:

the canal swallowing him in one gulp;

wrapped in reeds, the pike nudging him on.

Scots warrior.

...and in Valhalla
the stag Eikthyrnr stands proudly on the hillside waiting;

whilst Valkyries bear flagons of ale  -

never such a home from home!

poet’s funeral

the piper blows a lament

snowdrops’ heads hang