Dreaming of Albion, Sailing With Maud
From grey beginnings, the water streams, aglitter with havens, dark beauty and dreams.
Sail away to better things, yellow iris, where Summer’s sky lark beauty sings;
lapwings calling, in Winter, geese. Take the tiller, with Albion and Maud,
to things worth saving, banks of peace. Load up with ice, under dreading terns,
quanting off, on clinkered beams, black sails vast, vane topped masts.
Turn through the wall into a timeless place, where golden sunlight streams
with grace. Give way to sail, Swallowtail, flying. Water glistening,
earth’s old ways. Quest for magic, dragons, hare hopping. Marsh crackling,
silt popping. Reeds hissing, in shimmering space. Iceni banks of beauty, sweet.
Listen to the land, of chalk and flint, treasure life worth saving. This earth, at your feet.
Commissioned by Norfolk County Council (2020)