Antonine's Wall no more
Mounts of earth the only remnant
And a millstone
Porridge persists across the millenia
I observe
The landscape shaped by the perpetual need to better
Ancient grave
Eons before the Romans
Outlasted alien settlers
Unearthed recently by an impatient farmer in need for drained land and pasture
The ancient lost to history
The sheep had wet feet anyway
Tag: history
Roots
As I said we are all woven into stories
Stories are woven around us
—through us
We are made of stories
GAGATATACATATGGCTAGCAAAGGAGAAGAAC…
It’s easier to say: ‘Once upon a time.’
Than read out loud encoded double helix stories
Of who we are and where we came from
A roadmap to the past
To the ones who brought pain
Your are of my blood
I am of your blood
I carry your story
But I live my own
I am not responsible for your decisions
I am responsible for mine
I won’t carry your guilt, shame and anger
I carry my own light
To the ones who loved unconditionally
Your blood sings in my veins
I stand in your strength
Your light amplifies mine
I carry your compassion
Your magic is my wonder
I feel your love still
Your joy carries me through rough seas
Even though I never knew you
You are part of me
I am part of you
Poetry by Nathalie 