#glade
Midsummer-Eve: the Flight of the Faeries
by Michael R. Burch
What happened to the mysterious Tuatha De Danann, to the Ban Shee (from which we get the term “banshee”) and, eventually, to the druids? One might assume that with the passing of Merlyn, Morgause and their ilk, the time of myths and magic ended. This poem is an epitaph of sorts.
In the ruins
of the dreams
and the schemes
of men;
when the moon
begets the tide
and the wide
sea sighs;
when a star
appears in heaven
and the raven
cries;
we will dance
and we will revel
in the devil’s
fen . . .
if nevermore again.
Keywords/Tags: Druids, Banshee, Picts, Scots, Scottish, fairies, glade, raven, gull, King Arthur, Arthurian, Morgause, Merlin, round table, knights, England, stone, Excalibur, chivalry, Camelot, Uther Pendragon, Colgrim, Saxon
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch
Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men.
Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men were afraid.
Only to worship in the farthest glade,
ever heeding the raven and the gull.
The invincible Roman legions were never able to subdue the Scottish Picts, and eventually built Hadrian’s Wall to protect themselves! Did the Picts give rise to our myths of fairies, elves and leprechauns? Keywords/Tags: Picts, Scots, Scottish, fairies, glade, raven, gull, King Arthur, Arthurian, Morgause, Merlin, round table, knights, England, stone, Excalibur, chivalry, Camelot, Saxon
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
Through the rivers and the rain
My emotions seep
No matter how far I reach
How quiet I be
Or how fervently I wish
For this condensated heart to dry
Beneath stars and moonlight vain
I stay
Locked in the garden of perpetual being
Without your warmth of certain meaning
And when the new morning comes
With the quiet thought
I realize what I had always ought
That I cannot seem to make you mine
Regardless of the place or time
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Moonlight shining.
Sweeping the glade,
Lurking in shadows.
Fleeing the shade.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
the truth hurts ,
But it doesn't kill ,
however it saddens
~Without noticin' it~
the lies pleases ,
But it doesn't heal,
however it gladdens
~Without noticin' it~
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
Your morning dew breath
trickles in early
As we walk with the foxes,
by the rockpools by the shore;
By the lilies by the glade.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC