FOR  HIM ALSO I POURED OUT MANY TEARS

I follow in the footsteps of
Mary Queen of Scots.

Time has fallen away.
It is another Fortheringay day.

its where & when
no longer matters.

A bird sings the morning
into being

Mary & I both
listening

to the self
same song.

Time no longer holds sway.
History has run away.

The moment holds
its own

amidst a sea
of seconds we

escape Time's clutches
share the song

the bird creates for us

the morning shivering
in the  heat haze

of now.

*

For him also I poured out many tears
First when he made himself possessor of this body.
Of which then he had not the heart.
After he gave me one other hard charge,
When he bled great quantities of blood,
Through which great sorrow brought further sadness to me
That almost carried away my life, and the fear
Of losing the only strength that armed me.

MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS

Visiting Fotheringay whilst reading her poetry and singing Sandy Denny to myself.,...a bird joined in and time  seemed to collapse in upon itself and Mary and I shared the same moment.