Hunters' Engyln
Hunters’ Engyln
Over several months, I’ve been playing around with different poetry styles and formats, and so as Winter rears its head, a snow and Wylde Hunt inspired group of englynion for you all to enjoy!
Heavy laden with snow, the pines leaning With ice gleaming—bend in time To hoofbeats: the seven-tined
Lord of Hunters, he cloaked in feathers comes. Beating hearts drum—break tethers— Vanish in mists and…
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