This one came from the Oracle.
I took a breath upon the wind today
as full of life as rock and rose
and sweet as spring water flowing.
A berry fell dark cycle closing
the long and lonely season ending
the fat trout rises.
And yet the light is cold and blue
above the wandering trees
and the breeze listens to songs I cannot hear.
Sometimes I think I could follow
a river wild and free
to the world’s end the wind’s end
but in between lies winter and the frozen strand.
Time flows on and never back like gentle waves
and never softens to summer.
Life flows on and never softens
to the gentle waves of sunlight
that ripple dippled with winged jewels.
Only by moonlight do the apples gleam
and I reach up to pluck them
above the endless silver stream.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Shared here http://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/23/aengus-2-jane-dougherty/. This is exquisite and breathtaking choice of words. Lovely, like a pearl necklace with the string cut… the pearls roll on. 😘❤️👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🎶
Thank you! I’m pleased the thoughts came across 🙂
this is so magical and lyrical – a song
Thanks Beth. It is a magical story, a shadow of Yeat’s version 🙂
Beautiful! And Beth is right–magical and lyrical.
Well, the legend lends itself to that, and many poems, like silver streams. 😀
She knew you needed to get the apples in this time, since they weren’t in the last one.
Thank you. I’m getting to the end of a story that started off as a short story based on the Norse myth of Idunn and the apples of eternal youth. I realised as I was working it into a longer story, that so many of the themes and symbols overlap with Irish mythology. I’m trying to make a complicated idea into a simple storyline. There are lots of apples in it 🙂
Juggling golden and silver apples could be magical and beautiful. 😀
I’ve enjoyed the ride. I think it hangs together. The reread will be the test.
Mythical and in a place outside time. I can’t pick a favorite part…each stanza builds on the one before and flows into the next. (K)
I’m glad you like this. It’s what I’m working on at the moment. The Oracle knows.
She does.