Friday, August 30, 2013

THE VISITATION

A congregation of vapours, a visit
by Manannán in mist fog laden
shapeless he sweeps slowly engulfing all.
Horizon gone in creeping whiteness, contains
a purity of souls whose feet tread again.


Follow old paths to hills and hollows
onwards to forts and raths, these wraiths
commune; live a mere whisper away
they share a cool serenity in silence.
to dance in half light, wildly swirl about


Their energy a chill damp that clings
clammily to the Living! 


© MRL 30th August 2013

8 comments:

  1. Love this Mel, Manannan is my most favourite God. I can feel his presence in your words, shivers and magic. Wonderful.
    Margaret xxx

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    1. I thank you for your appreciation Margaret :)

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  2. A lovely poem, I will think of this when we are wrapped in sea mists in Brixham.

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  3. Follow old paths to hills and hollows.....

    I wish!

    I have just read a few more of your poems - they are excellent. I am not a poet, although I have tried to be.

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  4. Thank you for your appreciation Valerie and it is always good to receive feed back.

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  5. LOL, when you posted this I was working on my current blog. Nice poem Heron, sorry for taking so long to respond. I love the feel of this bit of writing, can feel the fog.

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  6. Thank you very much String. Am glad that ambience of Manannán has reached out to you.

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