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Shimmering Celtic Candles

In the thick of the darkest light, light doth pass yonder into the tragic
From candles recessed warmth, into the abyssed, shadows of magick
Led into the castle on this special Irish day, by the power of St Patrick
The ghosts of the Celtic, doth surround a round, mighty, oak table of old
Simplicity, whispering, bragging, fighting and knightly tales so bold
And the cold North wind doth stain the table with traces of human blood
Knots and ageing grain lines, replicating their bones lying in the mud
Warriors returned by circumstance and time, to revisit again their life
To reminisce old battles and wounds caused by man's frantic friction and strife
And the silences caused by dreaded imaginations, without any imagined brain
Fluttered around the corridors of the castle like the Raven flappings of the insane
A magick moment, pondered for just a fleeting second in a trance
A magick moment fuelled by fairy tales and perceptions of romance
But it twas dispelled by the murmurings, awakenings and the need for reality and dance....
They are gone but not forgotten....
Even though the old table is crumbling and is completely rotten
A moment in historical time was replayed and t'was a trick of the shimmering light
As the light from the Celtic candle goes back to infinity, into the celebrated night.

Georges.

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Idea formulated by and the poem dedicated to Angel. Written November 3rd, 2005

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  • Mel-the-Believer
    March 5, 2007

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    Awsome poem. I liked it a lot. I really did. I really appreciate you entering. Thank you. Good luck. God Bless!

  • Arabella Crowe
    November 9, 2005
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    I've been away for a while, and was excited to see that you wrote alot in my absense, more for me to read! I love this one by you. It has a very haunting sense in the words, and it flows beautifully.
    "And the silences caused by dreaded imaginations, without any imagined brain
    Fluttered around the corridors of the castle like the flappings of the insane"
    I love the way you rhyme. Another great write, Georges, I can't wait to read more.
    -Rothanna


  • NooNiThEWitcH
    November 3, 2005
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    a very lovely poem
    an excellent write Georges

    (this is the second poem i read for you today) and i musy admit its beautifully written
    like a tale, a mystical tale...
    excellent rhyming throught the lines and throughout the whole poem

    (why do you spell "Magick" with a "k" lol??

    keep on writing

    Nooni

  • evanskids
    November 3, 2005
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    very good! very good! it was really good. your poetry is very strong, and inspires many many people to write such poems. Thank you. =)
    Great writing,
    evanskids


  • grannyeri gold member
    November 3, 2005
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    Is magick a Celtic spelled word? Some good rhyming lines here too. Interesting read, that's for sure.


  • crisstiena
    November 3, 2005
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    stunning

    This is so apt for this time of year. Bravo Georges!
    And reminds me mightily of the self-sacrifice of Aslan to
    save Edmund and the prophecy of Cair Paravel.

    And the cold North wind doth stain the table with traces of human blood

    Absolutely stunning imagery. You rarely dissapoint.
    Blessings, always ~ criss

  • AuraoftheFlame
    November 3, 2005
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    Wow.. just wow.. This caught my breathe. It is absolutely gorgeous and you even pulled off a bit of old english in there.. whistle Props my friend.


  • crystaldust gold member
    November 3, 2005
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    crystaldust 03-11-05 16:01
    In this lovely poem I can hear voices in the mist, castle walls crumbling to dust, the sound of the sea near or far - oh, so many magic sounds - beautiful. Yes, the Celts are still with us, if we care to listen for them. Thanks for this one. Joy


  • lady Rose
    November 3, 2005
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    very good

    I must admit ths caught my eye becuse of the title and the word Celtic being Welsh and all I had to read this, I am delighted I did! It is a fantastic piece!
    I look forward to reaidng mor eof your work as I enjoyed thisone very mcuh!

  • Jade Darklinmoon
    November 3, 2005
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    oh georges this is perfect..exactly what i was talking of. Is there aanything you can not do? you amaze me every time and even more so take my breath away. Thank you so much for writing and being so insperational.

    Love

    Angel

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