Lindisfarne Poem by Tom Billsborough

On the last day of August, his feast is still observed
Aidan, Saint of Lindisfarne, bringer of the word.
Bearer of the torch on that Northumbrian shore,
Which twice a day and for six hours or more
Becomes an island refuge and its rocky core
Holds fast the remnants of his cathedral there.
And Lindisfarne the singers, a song of theirs I know
Based on a tale of terror by Edgar Allan Poe.
I don't recall the name of that particular song
But it's all right now for it won't be long
before I get the picture. The house of Usher
Fell, the effect of psychotic behaviour.
St Aidan's love was never set in stone
His fame endures though his house is mostly gone.