Tag: mythology
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages II – The Gleoman’s Story
They tell campfire stories of Noah Huzzar on his barded silver, Tintreachcogadh His quiet mountain home abode of ranging men, demesne of crop-dependents Depended on his protection Elected Lictor, his visored helm’s image fixture on every household altar His grand manse flanked by grated covers and lion gates Peasants, peons, freemen and serfs prayed to…
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Chasing Iseult
Fish to a gull My every plan she is the result She engulfs me Only her love can free me Thoughts of her like an orchestral theme follow me Even in dreams she is queen thereof. An insult to call Iseult Isolde Mark knows of her affairs but will not dissolve the marriage Nor absolve…
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Friend to a King
No such thing as a friend to a king To be friend to a king is to be friend to a lion They may lie on you, ply you with affections, rare attentions But they will never rely on you. You might die confused Hauled from chambers accused of crimes inventions of Meaner minds, such…
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The King Must Have Intercourse With A Horse
Mass to grove gods given in the deep motte, ashes impressed onto the brow and chest in blessing Twisting trees like matted hair on a woodwose breast, the sacred whore undressing The crown-conferring horse is led into a storm of golden confetti Her setting mimics that of a horse inviting, a cover of shear netting…
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Old Bickering
Neighbours around Lough Neagh won’t spare a cup of tae Eel pickers say they remember the first farmers when they came Or as they would put it, when they invaded and began inveigling Nine pints or eight it takes before they break their silence and bloviate Down in Foley’s downing pints with ties off, they…
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The Book of Invasions
Farmers say Eel pickers around Lough Neagh Descend from Hunter Gatherers, whilst they Descend from Neolithic farmers, those whose grave markers Astound, yet drawing remark millenia later Evidence of life here thirty three thousand years ago, I don’t remember a masonic period before the ice age This old race were dark skinned, blue eyed, in…
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Lessens
Always felt lessons lessened me I used to doodle during lessons except english and history Now I dawdle along an endless present, accept lessons from history Those who came first Who wore furs and trapped Dragged the first furrows Built fish traps Buried flint at Mount Sandel Ten thousand years old I suppose no one…
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Hero’s Arrival
Bull totem clan Campbell, not can See the antient man Reaper and reaver of and on his lands His mouth’s demands are brought around to heel by his hands His fastness a forest fortress, like Vodalus, fighters from the Fianna Who heard singing Lia Fáil, line its wooden walls, loyal to their Rí They wear…