Author Archives: Deborah Meghnagi

By Martin Springett   I wrote my first piece of Guy Kay-inspired music after the publication of The Summer Tree twenty years ago. It was a setting of Rachel’s song, which graced this site until fairly recently, so it seems … Continue reading →

When the wind that comes from Arbonne Sweeps north across the mountains, Then my heart is full again, even in far Gorhaut, Because I know that spring has come to Tavernel and Lussan, To the olive groves above Vez

Love, do you remember My name? I was lost In summer turned winter Made bitter by frost. And when June comes December The heart pays the cost. The breaking of waves on a long shore In the grey morning the … Continue reading →

Ode to Fionavar by Simon Fraser Taken, on whim, to celebrate Five decades of the agèd king, Five friends crossed over (one thought lost), The devoirs of a world to bring. The land is scorched: relentless drought, Erosive war, ephem’ral … Continue reading →

  In Fionavar, shamen sleep, walk the path of dreams In the night he learnt to see And his vision ran most true From the day they took his eyes In the dark of his chosen night Light freed by … Continue reading →