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“Undulating rivulets emerged when Paleocene glacial ice had formed Fluvial rifts worn in naked chalk hills, Currents flowed over burnished boulders Moving past numinous burial mounds.”

London River Thames Tamesa Tamesas Tamesis Paleocene

Book:The Bones of the Poor

Source: The Bones of the Poor

“Numerous gifted objects; black granite Etchings, carved statues, broken goddesses, Inscriptions, pottery, jewelry, rough-hewn Garnets, flowers, consecrated herbs, skulls, Gold ornaments, weapons, prized artifacts; Sacrifices, ancestors’ ageless prayers Left with olden Father Thames. For them, The sinuous streams were alive, full worlds Of votive offerings inside murky depths, Lifeblood pleas, observances thereafter Troubles now vanished, solemn promises, Treasures carefully bestowed upon Spirits, watchful deities; faithfully Invoking his ancient name Tamesas.”

London River Pagan Thames Offerings Tamesa Tamesas Tamesis

Book:The Bones of the Poor

Source: The Bones of the Poor

“From seasonal splashes near Trewsbury European eels migrate upstream; Myriad carp, redfin perch, brook lamprey, Dragonflies, mosquitoes, wee midges, Pale cormorant, herring gulls, wagtails, Swans glide round woodland tapestry, Braided channel islands rest alone, Arched medieval stone slab bridges, Tree lines fête ash, alder, chestnut, beech. Floodplains, tangled sedge reedbeds, Owls speed above tree-covered islets, Teaming alluvium water-meadows Growing lavender, iris, marigold.”

London River Thames Tamesa Tamesas Tamesis

Book:The Bones of the Poor

Source: The Bones of the Poor

“Father Thames drifts beside misty heath Dark surfaces veil universes beneath, Hushed verge our temple, tall hedge my altar, Heeding eerie owl calls some reveal they have heard, long-expected wintery freeze, Unending run which travels further east, Aquatic animals receive refuge below.”

London River Thames Tamesa Tamesas Tamesis

Book:The Bones of the Poor

Source: The Bones of the Poor

“Visiting sheer essence of bog and fen, Walking rough footpaths along edges Slowly nearing home, greeting itinerant Passers-by, contemplating end journeys We all take, flying towards distant seas Like great blue herons do, understanding Harmony amid nature’s undulate ways Of old river rhythms, oh Father Thames.”

Death Endings Thames Tamesa Tamesas Tamesis

Book:The Bones of the Poor

Source: The Bones of the Poor