My Epic Poem

I have begun a poem.

The Hammer and the Thunder

by

Jon Presco
Copright 2003

The tinkling of the Ollamh bells
brings Horus's finger to his lips
and we are hushed 
in the darkest of nights
we standing in rapt attention 
children in a circle 
in our sacred Grove of trees.

The Bard, our burning Dragon 
now raised his forefigner 
his hammer high in the air
and with it he strikes the anvil
his thumb
and there is a spark
the sound of thunder
a light
for all to see

Behold
a Foundling child 
in a winnowing basket