Renowned, oracular, a given jot
of the rare earth, a promise held and worn,
a bind, a plight.
An oath of so many words, its hallmark
stamped and graven, hidden on the skin side,
its meaning clear.
Translated from the old tongue, much reworked,
the legend (fitting, onerous) now reads:
Be: wear this ring.
Second Nature: James Lindesay’s Poetry 