"kelpies" poems
Sipping on swamp water
Chewing on moss
The kelpies weep when she's away
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
Wedgwood blue , ethereal body of
my Spring temptress .. Sacred byways of her southern lacustrine dweller
Mourning dove wail , Muscovy duck banter
Shore cherubs prattle in the cattails , zephyrs filled-
with lake whispers
Smooth stones skipped over the kelpies
looking glass
Invisible helpers slay the lunatic bastardization
of day
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Faries live in the hawthorn,
Gnomes live under rocks,
Trolls stay under bridges,
And nessie’s stay in the Loughs.
Pookas come close to farmers,
Changlings come to babes,
Spirits in the mirrors,
Kelpies in the waves.
The little folk are trouble,
In the heat they bring the cold,
They trick the weary traveler,
With pots of magic gold.
They whisper on the breeze,
While hidden in the mist,
Without them doing anything,
Remind you they exist.
They write about themselves,
So we don’t think they’re real,
They carved the lines in oghm,
magic words in ancient ghael.
Yet still we leave them gifts,
Bits of whisky & pooka’s share,
We have never ever seen one,
Yet we know that they are there.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC