From the lovely ‘Song of Wandering Aengus’. In keeping with the mystical tone of the Yeats poem, my own wanders into the realm of myth too.
‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats
No more sorrows
The dawn is coming, then perhaps the spring,
Though stars still shine as bright as jeweller’s stones,
And no one knows what joy the light will bring
Or sorrows, scattered blood drops in the snow,
When the dream is ended, the water cleared.
Along the moonlit path, frost winter-deep,
Raven feathers lie, and berry blood,
And from the stars that slip now into sleep,
I hear the story of another dream,
And cast a wish into the rushing stream,
To keep my white-skinned love, hair dark as night,
Not watch his blood stain red the winter white.
wonderful! 🙂
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Thank you!
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This is the poem my husband read at our wedding, instead of making a speech. It’s very special to me.
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Lovely, Jane. I like these lines in particular: “And from the stars that slip now into sleep,
I hear the story of another dream,
And cast a wish into the rushing stream,”
I agree…let’s keep casting those wishes and some will take root. (K)
Wouldn’t that be wonderful!
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The only way to go 🙂
Thanks Merril. Some of these lines sound rather like the kind of thing the oracle would come out with 🙂
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Oh my.
The Yeats poem is so beautiful, and then I read yours and Sarah’s–hard not to be influenced, but I tried. 🙂
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Thanks! Your poem took a different direction. It stayed more with Aengus. Mine veered off into Deirdre 🙂
Ahhh–now I will have to look them up! Somehow I seem to be channeling these things without knowing the tales. 😉
The Irish myths are often very relatable even though they go back to the Bronze Age. Not surprising really that you pick up on some of the themes.
Melancholy, yet hopeful.
Quite upbeat really 🙂
well within
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Well wandered. This is wonderfully vivid, so full of fear and hope that it wraps around you like a blanket you hope will heat you and not smother you
Thanks Damien. That might well be because I’m dreaming of that type of blanket right this minute 🙂
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You nice person, you 🙂
You are so cool, Jane! I’ll have you know that at my wedding, I read “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven.” Slainte!
So romantic of you 🙂 Yeats wrote some beautiful love poetry.
Still behind but getting there. Thanks for this wonderful challenge Jane!!! It’s much needed!
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Real escapism 🙂