Borean Wind
written by: Andrew Minhinnick
@Minhinnick_A
Ilissos, river god
has drifted again
moved away
on discordant voiced winds
to sit in Hermitage
at the mouth of the Nega
the Ingrian home
Nyen its first name
not where Phaidros and Socrates stood
by the delightfully clearest
stream bearing his name
that restraint free wanderer
ever running to the Sardonic gulf
delicately discussing
the loss of Oreithyia
to a twisted gust
of Borean wind
that carried her away
to the rocks below
rocks hewn by Ilissos
now just a voiceless echo
a remnant figure
that drifts further
further away from Eridanos
only a tribute to the air
on ever arguing
northern winds
I write for fun, escape and expression. I'm too old to be fashionable or to know what trends are. I luckily live north of Edinburgh, halfway up a hill, semi-retired with my wife and our cocker spaniel. The kids have flown, and I have more time now, selfish time. In a never-ending cycle of trying to finish a novel, to finish something started fifteen years ago. I'm a member of a small self-run writing group with two lovely ladies who are a great inspiration and support.
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