Smack he thumped my collar bone
it wrenched my left hand free
to wave rodeo style.
I saw for an instant, a black impingement,
a shaman’s curse of pain, fluttering
to blind the devil on my shoulder,
bursting from the leather of my jacket.
I pulled up in shock, sidestand, swivel
and ran fifty paces where the black thing
thrashed grimly to life until it could show me
how gloss can turn to dull in a dead eye.
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Bran Fendigaid - you need your books of celtic myth and welsh language
Written June 28th, 2005
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Yah I gotta admit this one was hard to read for me lol. It's far from the way I'm used to write(mostly I just write thoughts down in a blur), but I kinda like that about it as it's something so new for me. I don't really understand what it's about though, so I'm truly sorry for this lousy comment
I do think it reads funny and I just enjoyed reading it for about 5 times but I stopped as my boyfriend started to look real funny at me lol. ~Kishida
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Thankyou
By the way the comment I've put on the Bran Fendigaid poem is elliptical. In Celtic myth Bran Fendigaid was a god like person, a warrior king, the god of war. Bran Fendigaid means something like "magical crow" in Welsh. -
paints a decent picture, though it isn't clear at first (i assume this is because of the celtic myth/welsh language issue). It depends on your view as to whether or not that is a blessing or a curse.

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