I’ve a tale to tell of an Isle that was once a virgin jewel afloat with myth and legend. Of man and nymph whose love was as eternal and binding as salt water to the shore.
Then Invaders came, with their jacket of war and swords held high in blood and fire, stealing the hopes and dreams of men and closing their hearts forever from the otherworld.
Now, when the moon is on its spine and the pulp of mist walks softly through the air, when nature’s index lies incomplete, the weeping song of the water nymph calls to her lost love.
Copyright RMC Dec 2017