The Civilising Sun
St. Patrick Christianised and "civilised" the wild Celtic folk - but I wonder, was something lost in the change?
From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection
The Civilising Sun
Long shadows smear the lands.
Winter's fingers pinch the hours.
Dark and cold tug tools from hands.
Night bars eyes from fruit and flowers.
Bean-sídhe hide in fogged saplings.
Winds tickling trees or ghastly wails?
Granite standing stone glimmering,
A Celtic lord in moon shine mail.
Cold sweats, hot fear, bards rave.
Sapling and stone leap then lunge,
Twig claws strike shale stone blades.
Fire spirits flee their crimson cages.
Ripped routines, broken bindings.
Night veils eyes, welcomes visions.
Ghosts, glories, seductive, scratching.
Day breaks, feeds poems to flames.
Spring's green shoots, chains, ropes
Faerie doors, hill holes closed.
Sun holds sky, a solemn stop
To hearth heroes, horror’s hoards.
Spiral serpents, ancient, wise
Flee the clock, gear, and coin.
Mystics craft, warrior’s poise
Melt under the civilising sun.
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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme
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