The Poems of Iona


My Heart Leaps

A light,

a little spark

a gem you showed to me

There,

deep in the blue

almost difficult to see

We lay beneath the stars

and waited for the dawn

and when the sun awakened

you still held me in your arms

A light,

a little spark

my heart now leaps for thee

There,

deep in my blue

for only you to see


When Beauty Walked the Land

Curator’s note: Although this poem appears in Iona’s handwriting, it is highly unlikely that she is the author. I suspect that this was a poem that was taught to her by the King.

When Beauty walked the land

she was a child

She gave to us the hills, the lochs, and trees

When Beauty walked the land

we loved the child

All birds and beasts, all men fell to their knees

And as the trees grew straight and tall

and mountains shed their waterfalls

the people danced

their joy was great

and then they slept

But then the men grew frail and old

and mountain glades fell into cold

and spirits danced

their joy was great

and Beauty slept

Now dreamers walk the land

as men and beasts

They roam the hills and lochs, the spirit-living trees

Now dreamers walk the land

with but a dream, a memory of

when Beauty walked the land