Against the ruined walls
the music hides
where once did run the wild, wild words
the heft and feel of burnished sword
that rises over a shoulder bare
a notion hence, and then declined
to single out
with hazardous commotion
visual memory, debts of passion
and apparitions
that to the earth are tied
with cables wrought and braided tight-
silver strands of pale moonlight
The sing-song synonyms of fervor
waver just as speech takes hold the rocks
wherein they cracked and opened wide
to search for love -
as long ago
the stars were caught in clefts of stone
sunk mournfully into this rough grass
(where all creation’s glory somehow lies)
their costumes fierce
and much too bright
for mortal eyes
llannerch
©crisstiena
Author notes
llannerch: The Celtic word for a grove of trees was llannerch, from which the later Celtic word llann (church) is derived.
Inspired by: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOIjd0fBPX0#
In a list
A contest entry
- Favs. only, but show me why I missed you... by Rowan.
5000 points, ended December 9, 2008, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critical reviews welcome, but BE NICE
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This was quite lovely. I liked the olde style phrasing, yet the language was contemporary. Not your usual style, but very appealing. Was it written for a contest and since removed? Just curious..
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No, not removed. It's still in the contest
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Oops. That's what I get for not scrolling down past the lists.
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Interesting imagery. Very creative and poetic for a free form poem.
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love the foliage with which you choose to create. if it weren't for these cathedral of trees, i'd have to look for a new desert in which to scatter my ashes...
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i didn't realize this was for my contest, so glad it is though. I'll be back to comment later. But thanks for entering this, very fitting.
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I always miss ya, 'xcept when you're here. 
Your words are never to be reckoned with, my Friend; they hold power & peace within their realm. I've always been slightly obsessed with trees & always found God more in nature than in a building full of hypocrites. Perhaps I was a Druid in another life...who knows? You know I live brighter under the moon, too. Good luck in Kathleen's contest, Sweetie. As always, you rock. 
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