Middling Wood: & Other Poems
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Middling Wood is Valentin Per Lind's second volume of poetry, offering a rich tapestry of traditional and modern verse that plumbs the depths of the human soul, set against often wild and evocative landscapes, in which love, jealousy, desire and loss become potent elemental forces.
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Valentin Per Lind
Valentin Per Lind was born in 1959 and studied History and English Literature at Leicester University. He is passionately interested in the Greek Mystery Cults, Jewish Qabalah, Christian mysticism and the European Witch-Cult of the Middle Ages, entailing some lengthy discussions in many of the poems' notes. From his earliest days, he thrilled to Beowulf, and its abiding image of the Norse hero battling monsters. At university, he was heavily influenced by the Romantic poets of the early nineteenth century as well as the later Victorian poets such as Tennyson, in particular Tennyson's Idylls of the King with its re-imagining of the Arthurian cycle. Combined, these influences engendered a love of poetry that endures to this day.
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Middling Wood - Valentin Per Lind
Middling Wood
Middling Wood
& Other Poems
Valentin Per Lind
Copyright © 2024 by Valentin Per Lind
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First paperback edition 2024
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United Kingdom
To my beloved Fatna
who has seen,
and patiently tolerated,
both the best and the worst of me,
and to all those who
still have light in their eyes
Contents
Preface
Muiredach
Delilah
Middling Wood
Rogue Manager
The Passion of Sister Agata
A Day Without Wind
Tomorrow
Ravilious Country
The People of the Wind
Love Endures
The Bank of Celandines
Yesterday’s News
Becometh the Rose
Good Morning, America
Morning on Primrose Hill
The Closing of the Day
Year of the Plague
The Fox in the High Covert
Minor Angel
Hellebore Summer
Tough Act to Follow
Vain Heart
Aspens
Rushes
Termagant
Seventeen Minutes
300
Contessa
The City After Rain
The Garden of Delight
Sunflowers
Alaphant
Blown Away
Rational Man
Leviathan
Song of the South
Neolithic
Black Pilgrimage
Usher
Clytemnestra
The Name of the Rose
Wise Men Say
Rainy Night in Georgia
Queen of Heaven
Lady Blackbird
Kite Boy
Fool in the Rain
Journey’s End
Oblivion
Seasons of Mist
Our Dad
The Light Sutra
What We Lost
To the Lighthouse
The Typing Pool
How We Are Fallen
The Slug
The Curlew
Stregi
A Woman in Her Power
Old Souls Weep Not
Too Late, I Loved
The End of the Night
On Friston Downs
Youth’s End
The Sting
Don’t Take Me Literally
Court of Night
An Orchid in Rain
Muse
The Garnet Ring
Winterreise
The Flowers Are All Cut Down
Nausea
Storm Over Innsmouth
Nocturne
Preface
It is now around eighteen months since my first volume of poetry, Corvix: Poems of Love, Sex and Death, was published in its expanded edition. Since then, I have continued to write, and the poems presented in this volume were all written over the course of 2023-24. Unlike Corvix, Middling Wood is not a themed collection. Instead, it is a generic collection of poems, in styles ranging from classical to modern, embracing themes of love, war, sorrow and the conflicted soul, in which land and weather often reflect the shifting climate of human emotion. Poems such as Hellebore Summer, Yesterday’s News, How We Are Fallen, and The Typing Pool explore how we look back to see how the world has changed around us, for better or worse, and there are social/political critiques in Good Morning, America and Leviathan. Present, also, is a preponderance of supernatural themes inspired by the English Romantics such as Keats and Coleridge, and later writers such as Edgar Allan Poe, M. R. James, and H.P. Lovecraft expressed in poems such as Middling Wood, The People of the Wind, The Bank of Celandines, Rainy Night in Georgia, Black Pilgrimage, Stregi, Usher, The Curlew and Storm over Innsmouth. Whereas Corvix was, in many ways, quite a fraught book, the poems in Middling Wood are less consumed with death and regret and, one might say, more optimistic. Within these pages, the reader will find satirical poems, social commentary, evocations of nature and the changing seasons, and works of myth and mysticism. I hope that the reader who chances upon this book finds something that touches a chord.
Valentin Per Lind
March 2024
Muiredach
Come, boys, and muster nigh the cross!
The great high cross that wards the graves of Muiredach
Where kings sleep soft among the bleachéd bones of monks
And the old gods rage in the wild earth,
The protean gods of Eire
Who writhe and roar
Among the oaks where the crow caws loudly
On Lammas Eve,
The great old oaks whose branches comb
The golden hair of Áine¹
And rattle like teeth in the north wind.
Take shelter, lads, about the old cross,
The old high cross
Of rock and stone, implacable,
Rearing rudely
Girt by stars,
Twined by serpents whose tongues flicker
As the grass atop the field of Clontarf
Where Boru’s² harp fell,
Where the blood of Ireland’s sons did blight the bitter clover,
And Taranis³ of the fiery bolt
Turns the wheel of the sun
That spins the seasons’ yarn
In Padraig’s emerald land.
Notes
The cross of Muiredach is one of three surviving high crosses at the Irish monastic site of Monasterboice in County Louth. Other high crosses occur at Durrow Abbey, Abbey of Kells, Kinnity and Clonmacnoise. These are Celtic crosses, but very tall and imposing with sculptured panels depicting scenes from the Bible. Most date from the 9th and 10th centuries. After around the eleventh century, high crosses ceased to be erected. In this poem, I have endeavoured to interweave the Christian and pagan Celtic influences (such as the sun wheel, which is a feature of Celtic crosses), which are still present in Irish culture and history despite centuries of Catholicism.
Delilah
O sweet Delilah, lay down thy lantern and thy knife,
Thou succoured me within thy bed,
And now would take my life.
How be it that dark deceit should make its home
In one so fair,
And love’s similitude disguise the worm
That twists thy soul within its lair,
And chains me now to pillar of regret;
I would bring down this roof upon us both
But still would not forget.
Black is thy hair,
As the storm that stirs the prairie grass,
In easy summers, when the asters nod,
And the meadow aches with bobbing flowers,
Cornflower, poppy and goldenrod,
Eyes that burn as fires in the deserts of Karakum,
Blazing livid in the pit of eventide,
Lips moist as pitted fruit, wet with liquor of plum,
And ivory thy skin, as unto Persian silk
That drapes the women of Sardis,
Whose breasts are pale as milk.
Damned is that man who hath not loved thee,
And damned the man who has,
Lost is the man who feels thy kiss,
For he hath drunk the draught of lust,
Of agony and of bliss.
Bitch of wolves art thou
Who stalks the forests of birch
On nights of snow,
And wouldst consume me, soul and all,
My bones left for the crow,
And in love’s calumny, from my tower I fall,
The broken potsherds of my life such charnel,
Scorched by flame ’neath Askalon’s ruinéd wall,
Flayed of the memory of all that’s good and true,
The rain weeps tears from the wet trees
And the blackbird sings a song I never knew.
Notes
I had long had the idea of writing a poem on Delilah from the biblical story of Samson, and finally, the inspiration came. The poem reimagines the story told through a modern relationship with the protagonist being chained to a metaphorical ‘pillar of regret’ and threatening to ‘bring down this roof upon us both’. The Delilah portrayed in this poem is a seductive, powerful and manipulative woman who ensnares men only to betray them. As such, she belongs to the motif of the sinister and predatory feminine.
Middling Wood
Long hath I trod the stony path
And passed through village fair,
But no village do I live in
And abode I hath nowhere,
But just a blanket and a knife
And a pack upon my back
That by the day gets heavier
As I trudge along the track.
Oh, the salt air through the heather blew
And the yellow gorse flowers danced,
When from seeming nowhere
Upon a gentleman I chanced.
Full splendid was his attire,
A dress coat he did wear,
Breeches of the finest cloth
That made me stop and stare.
Turned high was his collar,
Nested within, a silk cravat,
Gold were the buttons on his dress,
Upon his head a jaunty cap.
Quoth I to the stranger,
"From what port has thou come?
The sun doth shine less brightly now,
And the spring flowers pale and glum.
"Wherefore thy carriage and thy horse,
And where thy manor be?
For no fine house I know of
’Twixt this place and the sea."
And the beau he spoke and spoke to me,
In tones sonorous and bold,
A voice endowed with wisdom
And curiously old,
"I am bound for Middling Wood
A mile along the way,
For there is treasure buried,
And there we’ll bide the day."
Thus I turned and followed him
A mile along the way,
Followed him to Middling Wood
There to bide the day.
And as we entered Middling Wood,
And late became the hour,
A chill crept full into my bones,
The forest dark and dour.
We stooped beneath the twisted trunks
As we picked our way,
Skirted nigh the gnarléd roots
Wet with moss and damp decay,
Until, at last, we reached a dell,
Deep in rotting leaves,
There the stranger stayed his course,
He rolled up both his sleeves,
And sweeping back the cover,
The insects and the mould,
Revealed unto me a face
That stared out dead and cold.
"This be the face of Mary Dare,
Sixteen years of age,
Slain while picking berries,
Her throat cut in thy rage,
"And this be Richard Lambton,
The rector’s son and true,
Cut down for a penny,
His heart pierced through and through,
"And there be many others
In this lake of leaves,
Dragged down by the worms
Into the earth that heaves."
Forthwith, the stranger raised his hand
And they came walking out,
From behind the trees they floated,
And in a circle, prowled about.
"The treasure that lies buried,
It is your conscience true,
But afeared you are to visit it
To see how much it grew,
"And the weight you carry on your back,
It is the weight of sin,
The voices that for mercy cried,
Their pleas among the din.
"He who bringeth death to others,
Death must face one day,
And the value of the lives he took
Is the price that he must pay."
And as I looked down upon my feet,
Another body did I see,
A body I’d not gleaned before…
And the body, it was me.
Notes
This poem, written in the Romantic-era Gothic style, portrays Death not as the habitual, black-cowled figure, but as a handsome stranger who reveals the reality of a person’s nature to them at the moment of death. The term ‘middling’ implies a place betwixt and between, i.e. the spirit world. The idea of the tramp carrying the weight of his sins on his back is borrowed from