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 and gentleness but alight with passion too


By the birchwood you lie; A way to reference her surname; She is located by the birchwood

This is the truth you bear; This is true/this is you

A name carries no toll; A name alone does not identify

Yet I know you by name; yet I can identify you by it


Through this your joy; this is your joy, to be passionate and to share with us

Crafted hands be no still; forever busy, meaningfully

You carry words with foreign air; you have a beautiful accent

To delight my island ear; received by my ears


A face etched by warmth; a face created by warm personality and passion

Warming the day’s craft; guiding your craft; granting it meaning and furtherance

Crafting the day’s adventure; forming the day's adventure

Adventuring, adventuring, adventuring; always adventuring, spirited and a go-getter




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