CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA
Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
My connections with the ocean...
A tale of two harbours, norman and shetlandic.
When I am asked, "are you going home for Christmas?" - I smile.
I am home, it is where my heart beats....
Norman, Shetland, it is quite explicit: nor... norse....north.
I once shared a first poem entitled Confession to a Foreigner with Colin Will [Calder Wood Press, Poetry Scotland]who posted it on the Open Mouse.
In this poem, I notably underline the lack of choice for a passport.
And when I face the Atlantic, I know "I'm home".
To some extend, I celebrate my ancestors.