julius seizer standing on the shores of britain
laying into them lovely celts
now conkered
and we ran n we ran n we ran
scattered all over
in caves n coracles
in the groves of mighty oaks
on the enchanted isles
is this albion, lovely sister ?
a magical moon on beltane eve...?
we are the olde people
we were before
hidden in the forests
hiding in the glens
always there but unseen
milking the cows
pinching the babies
talking with the wind
stealing the eggs of birds
when the dragon n lion still walked this land
in summer we slept under stars
in winter the smoky cave
where we dreamed of winding rivers
and trees hanging low
the crow n the lark call in the sky
at midday
on the banks of the river hod
where we sang up the storm
where we dreamt up the gods
where we were delivered
and the big pink moon came down so low
all bathed in milky incandescence
like a whirling disc
the clouds parted graciously
to let her shine
and all our people came out
out of the dells
out of secret places
out of their hidden bowers
out of the trees n earth
out of the sky n wind
out of the deep past
and from the unknowable future
white skin n slanting eyes
graceful dance and strange song
a feast a feast a feast
drink and eat
love and sleep
disappear
before the morrow
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"Drink and eat, love and sleep", sounds good to me.
Have a beautiful day sk.
Love always,
Amanda
Beautiful.
how are ya sk, bloggers Rusty ..the Time Being.
Gd mor-nin to everyone.
we are all either conquerers or conquered...
or that other thing...
god, your such a fairy...
pardon my jest, i'm wicked impish today, a day spent in a sprigtime snow globe... too beautiful to lament the tulip leaves untimely snow cloak... they'll shake it off, there's no turning back now...
this one was really good today, mayhaps i'll go take a mooncloudlit stroll through the woods, yes that's it...
out the door,
erik
it's still beautiful steve,
you have to look a little harder,
maybe travel a bit further afield,
but the magic still exists to this day.
of course,you know this.
there's still hope and light in this world of ours.
gorgeous blog today!
take care,
luv andy L.
Ya had me up to the "drink and eat part"
Everyone knows you Brits can drink, but the stuff you eat??
Have a good trip!
Tim
P.S..much warmer in Canada, still meatless.
i guess even with all its hardships and heartaches, this world is still an enchanting one.
lovely one today.
lotza love......
where we sang up the storm... i like that line.
speaking of storm, there is a canadian snapper arriving to put us back to winter for a few days ;[
strange days;
;]=~~~
The audience is mother to the music.
ahhhh!!...........thank you lovely one....no need for chilli today...glad i found your blog spot....smashingly/gen,the literary inchpuncher xxxxx
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
a friend of mine passed away today Orpheus.
always unexpected even though he was ill.
I can't seem to form rational thoughts unless
I sit for a long time between them.
it doesn't seem real.
xo
Mary
blah, blah, blah, me am going to cut you off if you don't stop by before April 12th...
mjnjr
to mary: i'm sorry for your loss. you're in my thoughts. i hope your friend is at peace now.
You can still conjure a fine spell, sk.
Thanks for the gifts you send.
c.e.
those lovely celts. remember that they marched on rome about 300 b.c.
but of course were bought off with silver and drink as the romans cowered in their temple mount. i believe the first dispute between was caused by a roman consul literally stabbing a celt in the back after negotiations over an etruscan town were over. insulted, the celts marched from the po valley to rome taking nary an animal or grain from any neighboring towns.
beautiful sk
i was cut up and
thrown in the river of
my own doing like so many
times before
and so many peoples ways
of determining these events,
describing them in the ways
they could
reading tea leaves or
contemplating lines
in a hand or the direction a pattern of sticks
made when cast to the ground,
they made me look like a man
put me in drag
propt me up on a pole
made me look old and
then young but they couldn't
know, not yet
could they?
we've stood here before and
looked and laughed
and remembered pasts that were
vague
at best,
we've thought of the wind, a path
the poets lite-touch
means nothingness,
we've tried to encompass the entirety
of mass guessing that time
was space
it was the best we could do,
to us everything
was complex
and then
so simple
___
my body drifts and
will be
collected
from the river
where
it was strown
***
exquisite, Kilbey at his best. beautiful.
from tsunami to sorcery
Here's one that's never considered:
the 'Britons' that fought Caesar were Belgae - ie. they were a French tribe who had themselves invaded the south-east and conquered the Britons of that area (probably less than 100 years before Caesar arrived).
time flows like water
crystal clear
in the dark
soothing
giving
disolving
reclaiming
life
celtic warrior queen
demands justice
for the brutalisation
of her fair daughters
the Romans cannot
bear the outrage and impudence
of a womans challenge
so they slay her
her daughters
her people
she does not go
without a fight
fire destroys and blood spills
ash and crimson
in the coming rain
soak thru earth
underground to crystal streams
resurface
in time
evaporated by the heat of the sun
vapour drifts skyward
clouds form and roll
winds of change they sail on
over dry land
heavy with rain
they
release
thunderstorms in springs
ancient songs that blackbirds sing
the sun bursts thru
rainbow arcs
the clouds travel like gypsies
telling fortunes
giving their water
back to the sea
~
oops
forgot me squiggle
not me giggle
ha ha
tomorrow
what a day
for a day dream
~
Here's another:
it's a nice romantic illusion, but the ancient Britons weren't Celts.
They spoke a language that WE call 'Celtic' - but that's a n arbitrary term that was only applied to this language group in the 18th century. If the term 'Gallic' language had been applied at that time we'd be saying that the Britons, the Irish and the Scots had been 'Gauls'.
Doesn't sound right, does it? It's only familiarity that makes 'Celtic' acceptable.
The ancient peoples of the British Isles didn't call themselves Celts. No contemporary or near-contemporary ancient source calls them Celts.
WE'VE called them Celts for less than 300 years. We're wrong.
True. If the Gauls differentiated between themselves as belgae, Aquitani and celts, surely that means that the belgae and Aquitani didn't see themsemselves as Celts?
And if they didn't, why should the Brigantes, Trinovantes, Iceni, etc, have done so?
this really is so moving and such vivid pictures. ahh tranquility.....thanks for your time love and dreams
beautiful...
your words made me feel like I was there....like I could reach out and touch the images.
thanks SK
I wonder sometimes...whether I have lived before when I really feel something deeply inside myself as a result of something that I read, smell or hear.
My wife is Welsh.
It's still a bit like that in parts of Wales. Too many bloomin' dragons for my liking though.
Love you more,
Dave M
x
veleska1970,
thank you. I hope so too.
xo
Mary
Ah, spin those images of druidic wonder, SK...loved it.
Too bad Boudicca was not more successful against the Roman invaders, she was a doomed tragic Celt figure - them Romans knew how to kill.
http://womenshistory.about.com/od/boudicca/p/boudicca.htm
Clarified moments
breathe deeply mary
xo
the fog will lift soon, but not yet.
thank you,
xo
Mary
moonopausal lit
...divinity...
Thanksyou, beautiful, I love it
I was going to say beautiful and I am afraid I would simply be echoing many of the previous comments. Anyway, Your deft (let's not confuse this with daft. both very different, but, oh so similar) ability of stringing images in free form non-sequitur is simply.....beautiful. Did you ever look at a word and not recognize it?
touch of yeats there....
test
Boudica was not a Celt...
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