Torc Poems - Poems about Torc

...It's Halloween! Michael R. Burch If evening falls on graveyard walls far softer than a sigh; if shadows fly moon-sickled skies, while children toss their heads uneasy in their beds, be......

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...The Wild Hunt by Michael R. Burch (King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have been reported as ghostly hunters, near Devon, around Halloween.) Near Devon, the hunters appear in the sk......

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...Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th." Merlyn's Birth by Michael R. Burch I was born in Gwynedd, or not born, as some men claim, and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin gave me my name. ......

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...It's Halloween! Michael R. Burch If evening falls on graveyard walls far softer than a sigh; if shadows fly moon-sickled skies, while children toss their heads uneasy in their beds, be......

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...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......

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...At Tintagel by Michael R. Burch That night, at Tintagel, there was darkness such as man had never seen... darkness and treachery, and the unholy thundering of the sea... In his arms, ......

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...I love to march along the Icknield way: Bretton Heath, Brickklin Covert and Caistor; Fring Cross, Sedgeford and Swaffham still hold sway. The sea sings with Terns and Oystercatcher As we descen......

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...Open sesame An arm of Cern watch Related to the eight pointed star Sharing light unto the mainstream where no one is even guaranteed a tomorrow Truth never hides away facts always......

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...SUMMER SOLSTICE Queen Meabh stood beside the cairn, her velvet cape fluttered in the night air, She called onto the Goddess Aine to return the moon safe to its hidden lair. Braziers crackled as......

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...Timeless island woman, I am the daughter of the sons of Mil. I am Badb, Derdriu, and Medb queen of Connacht dancing in our fertility festivals' flickering firelight. I watch my warrior go n......

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