The Poems of Iona


Who Will be My Angel?

Who will be my angel, child?

Who will guide me 'cross the darkened sea?

Who will be my angel, love

and carry me far from here, within their wings?

The things I cannot know

The heart I cannot touch

The voice I cannot hear

The world that feels too much

Who will be my angel, child?

Who will guide me 'cross the darkened sea?

Who will be my angel, love

and hold my in their arms, within their wings?


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


With Just the Night

Sitting next to him

with just the night

with just his quill and leaf

Sitting next to him

with just the night

with just a simple belief

The soft breathing

is it his or mine?

The tender warmth

from my heart or thine?

Between us is a time

Between us is a space

we cannot cross

until we finish this lace

Sitting next to him

with just the night

with just his quill and leaf

Sitting next to him

with just the night

with just a simple belief

The soft praying

is it his or mine?

The tender warmth

from my heart or thine?

Between us is a time

Between us is a space

We'll be together

I see it in your face

Sitting next to him

with just the night