A poem for the wonderful V. Birchwood ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8D2VHnh78k ) I wrote this yesterday, 12th November 2025. How staggered my heart How far my fear When bowed before your grace Upon your heated smile By the birchwood you lie This is the truth you bear A name carries no toll Yet I know you by name Through this your joy Crafted hands be no still You carry words with foreign air To delight my island ear A face etched by warmth Warming the day’s craft Crafting the day’s adventure Adventuring, adventuring, adventuring I wrote this yesterday, 12th November 2025. I wrote most of it in one, quick flow. Before taking a break to see to other work and then finishing off with a final, quick flow around evening/night time. Here is what it means: How staggered my heart: How impressed am I How far my fear: How comforted am I When bowed before your grace: Gently giving way to your way Upon your heated smile: a smile of warmth ...
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