Category: Stuart France

Anu’s Folk
studied in
the North-Isles.

Four seats there
and four sages
who taught them;

A plentiful sowing…
A dutiful flowing…
A beautiful glowing…
An artful knowing…

*

Wen catches a brief sight of the poem I have been showing Ben

before he has time to hastily secrete it about his person.

*

“You are obsessed with that dog!”

*

Which, as anyone who has read any of our books well knows, is utter nonsense…

– The Aetheling Thing