Angels Unaware
The hollow hills return their travellers
Lost and out of time
On the unsubstantial streets.
The boy panhandling on Yonge
Has no shadow, and will live forever.
Seven crows are silent among the pigeons in the square;
In the haven of the Spit, a white ship, un-noticed,
Waits to sail west.
In the dreamt city the riff-raff are
The guards at the gates of faerie;
Are the rockfall that hides the easter caves,
The glamour that obscures the grail.
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Author: marianlthorpe
Not content with two careers as a research scientist and an educator, Marian L Thorpe decided to go back to what she’d always wanted to do and be a writer. Author of the alternative world medieval trilogy Empire’s Legacy, Marian also has published short stories and poetry. Her life-long interest in Roman and post-Roman European history informs her novels, while her avocations of landscape archaeology and birding provide background to her settings. As well as writing and editing professionally, Marian oversees Arboretum Press, a small publishing imprint run as a collective. Marian is currently writing Empire's Reprise, the trilogy following Empire's Legacy.
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