LINDISFARNE

Cold and broody
Always moody,
Desolate and bleak
Craggy like weathered teak
I am island
I am Lindisfarne.
My mind is fortified
Story glorified,
Murder and death
In a single breath
Holy isle
Lindisfarne.
Her tears of rain
Centuries of pain,
First scratched with quill
The story told still
I am island
I am Lindisfarne.
The wind sings in the creak
Of beauty it speaks,
Where the curlews call
Haunts the hearts of all
On this holy isle
Of Lindisfarne.
We survived the Viking sword
They couldn't sever bonding cord,
Dragon head under single sail
I have lived to tell the tale
The spirit of an island
Lindisfarne,
The holy isle
The beautiful island,
I am Lindisfarne.

Phil Hall  May 2014