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@ 27.225 MHz: Avaloniad, 4; Fellowship Of Cousins, 1
They are the adolescent ones
who stayed up all this starlit night
to greet the dawn with wide eyes, not exhausted;
who gather on the old home-place's balcony
to revel in the morning light besplendored
far from the officious Roman world---
upon the hills and meadows of Glastonbury.
They are wearing yesterday's delivery
(shipped across seas, and several months, from Cos)---
lace nightgowns (pink, sky-blue, and lilac lavender),
each with sheer white stockings woven
from the finest Coan silk.
Cynan, these are cousins as close as sisters;
the children of three siblings,
themselves boen to of Iolair and Ariel---
the daughter of Joseph (who settled on this island,
a refugee after the death of Stephen,
that first of martyrs slain by unrighteous men).
The moon and stars have cherished their whispers
of boys and summer, of flowers and hidden springs.
The corridors have enjoyed the scamper
and soft slide of three pairs of sheer-sheathed feet,
unshod and nearly silent
so as not to disturb peace of adult slumber.
Quiet words and shoeless footsteps
constellate this fellowship of cousins.
