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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