Best Celts Poems
I love you he said as he lay supine abed.
Through veiled tears masked by a smile,
she glowed comely, masking fear and dread,
kissing weathered cheeks, gently,
her wares availed
and duly spread.
A gift of love to offer only one.
All pangs of fear now fled,
the child bride smiling all the while.
A woman now, resplendent dwells instead.
Taking charge of things anon,
she quickly whisks the room.
Baking yeast bread;
akimbo, she smiles….. “Clan Gunn” !
Celtic triple knot,
Mystical life interweave.
Eternal, the strength.
Love and loyalty,
You curve about my finger,
A swell of fervor.
Tree intertwining,
complete cosmos, root, and branch
mystic Celtic wood.
crowblack night
and we remember
fear and flame
we were large then
encompassed all the places
sacred and profane
did not know where we ended or began
still we knew what we were
then i was the crow
i was the night the dreamwanderer
i knew wind as brother moon as mother
you were the wolf the black and the light
you knew flame as guardian and rain as life
then we were wise
there was no learning then
only remembering
The monastery was easy to subdue, the Norse warriors left nothing useful and those who attempted to escape were cut down. A few terrified prisoners, mostly young men and women, were spared. This was the start of the Irish invasion that gave rise eventually to a Celtic nation.
Over the next two decades, the Vikings ventured further inland, and small settlements sprang up along their path. Thora was now middle-aged an old woman by the standards of the day.
It could be said that Thora had grown complacent with her surroundings. The local inhabitants always had a healthy respect for the wetlands, she did not. One stormy day while out hunting fowl she found herself trapped in the bog. Relentlessly the peat closed around her. Thora died without a sword in hand; her death was not noble or worthy. With dying breath she cursed the old gods. Thora's burial ground is unmarked and was never found or perhaps it is better to say it has not been found yet.
Windswept peat fields are always reluctant to give up their secrets however, when the time is right they will relinquish their prisoners.
The story continues: Invasion Part-Three