Undiscerned by the eyes of day
Mysterious lineaments march
In the forms of fay and faces
Of the opened hill pouring out.
I pose questions in a dark cave
To primal stare and tangled limb,
To their king who gives his answer
When all questions are forgotten.
Arising from this scene
I see the arts of frost
And know on my birth-night
I dreamt of the gods.
*Poem based on a dream I had last night after seeing the moon in the river Ribble. As it was on my ‘birth-night’ it seemed significant. It’s possible ‘the land of Nod’ derives from the British god Nodens who was associated with sleep and dreams, healing and hunting.