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Mccollonough Ceili Poem
The ashen bones of my family mixed with the blood of our ancestors creates the ink from which the deepest of secrets emerge.
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Mccollonough Ceili Poem
Remember where your soul dances with pleasure, and go there when you hunger for the embrace of a sacred whisper. Forever drenched by the heart that listens.
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Mccollonough Ceili Poem
They are ghosts that whisper haunting words to me - words that I cannot hold in my head long enough to put pen to paper. Like water seeping thought cupped hands, they fill me up, then escape me just as quickly.
Copyright © McCollonough Ceili | Year Posted 2024
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Mccollonough Ceili Poem
Stay wild
Celtic child
Splash in the Irish sea
Dry your self with a bonfire’s heat
Whisper your secrets to the moon
while the bodhrán beats out an ancient tune.
Play hide and seek in the tomb of the Queens
Then, naked upon a bed of flowers, softly dream
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Mccollonough Ceili Poem
The fires are gone, but yet I burn. I burn with memories of screams and smells. I burn with anger and love. I burn so hot my heart aches, but the tears won’t come. They are too busy trying to smother the flames within - flames only peace can end.
Copyright © McCollonough Ceili | Year Posted 2024
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