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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
      moon now  
      floods the snow  
       with a silvern    
                                          kiss       ­                               
In                               ­                   
a robe                                                
the shade of                                              
night trimmed with star                                              

sail­s on
death's white mist
bathed in eldritch

                                                             ­   upon
                                                               the open seas
                                                            ­    of flame and ice
                                                             ­  free

  rose from fields
    blooms from Milky
Five simple Lanterns of the fantastical element.
Words are so beautiful!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Seán Mac Falls May 2018

She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.

Softly she tread, floating above the clover
Seas.  Suddenly lost, bold honey bees forgot
The scent of flowers blooming.  Iridescent wings,
Humming birds, monarchs, dragons, flying in
Procession and the mushrooming dew now rising
Began to swell, raining upwards into the mystic
Blue heavens and the trees beyond that clearing
Stood longingly amazed, so green their spying
Gaze, when all the myriad flowers loosely fell
And all the gathering of colours faintly dimmed.

She came upon a meadow, then she undressed;
And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.
Zani Jan 2018
Cry not beautiful sister
For although you might now miss her
Our equine friend will live in us
The entropy of justice thus
Will make her but immortal

Bring forth the divine wings of tragedy
Laced with rainbow droplet fantasy
Cantering our memories
Through this vigil ceremony
To a time before the dust

May the gods caress her noble spirit
For they witnessed every single minute
The love you share so magically
This mare has spun reality
To make our lives worth dreaming

Let her magic gather the herd
To bring one thousand just like her
To serve so loyally and gratefully
For the grace of our integrity
We owe all this to Pegasus

Long live the angel steed
Long live the carrier of dreams
Reminder of mortality
Unending in our memories
We did not lose sweet Pegasus

We gained all the things she brought to us
My beautiful friend lost a beautiful vehicle which through its service changed her life. These words commemorate the passing of a true dream carrier ❤
people stuck in a mythic past
are unable to lead their country
into a great future
Apropos assorted contemporary nostalgias for a fairytale past that never was.....
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2016
Mountain bleeds fire
Rose gold streams falling to sea
Sun behind her hair
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2015
Mountain bleeds fire
Falling to sea, dark gold streams
Sun behind her hair
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
To my ears her gift  .  .  .
Sound of ocean in seashells,
  .  .  .  Whispered she loves me.
Selkies (also spelled silkies, selchies; Irish/Scottish Gaelic: selchidh, Scots: selkie fowk) are mythological creatures found in Scottish, Irish, and Faroese folklore.  Selkies are said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land. The legend is apparently most common in Orkney and Shetland and is very similar to those of swan maidens.

Female selkies are said to make excellent wives, but because their true home is the sea, they will often be seen gazing longingly at the ocean.  Sometimes, a selkie maiden is taken as a wife by a human man and she has several children by him.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2014
At end of my show  .  .  .
Angel in the wings appeared,
  .  .  .  True love came to me.

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