Poet In The Family

By now, you all know that Evan is an up-and-coming bagpipe player, but how many of you know that he writes also? Primarily he writes historical fiction, however he also dabbles in poetry. With his permission, I will post one of his recent poems.

Raven in the Rain

Rain pours on the moors, falling down,
With speed unmatched it falls with sighs.
As all the earth it tries to drown,
I search the grey skies.

Lo! There I see him, sure and quick,
Night’s swift dart, he does still retain,
His heritage—a bird Celtic—
The Raven in the Rain.

Once, twice, o’er me he flies above
In sharp claws clutched, a sprig: Wolf’s Bane.
I see his eye, black beaded eye of
The Raven in the Rain

He flies away, I see a sign,
Of Scotland, Celts at Samhain,
Now he flies over river Tyne,
The Raven in the Rain.

And I bid farewell,
Though I might e’en fain,
Know thee better, my friend
Seven nations’ bird,
The Raven in the Rain.

Copyright 2009 Evan Johnson