Walking between the tall.scorched pines, I remembered reading The Weirdstone of Brisingamen -
The air was still, the mazy path a narrow thread of sand -
I remembered the Wizard -
The old magic beneath the world -
The balefires and the Wild Hunt -
The anguish of the brother who lost his sister to the sky -
Tuesday 11 January 2021
Gore Heath
Dorset
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