Hear the Gregorian chant
Inuit, Viking, Sami
Circles of the globe
Pagan artifacts beneath snow
Vanquish now your uncertain fealty
If there is no forever how do we choose?
Crucifix or corn maiden
Behind lapsing trees
Long live the king, does up his fly, pissing on future
Embroidered metal
Outstretched blade
Burning the gods
In new Zealand the stone is green
Gaia grows weary and soon
What we called ours will be gone
Defiling sacred places we
Strive to be more than mortal
Shine a torch into the skies
Send a ship packed with explosives
Blow a flute, mountains will open
With wonder, open-mouthed children pass through
I gave up my child
To be a child with you
And you damned me
But you damned yourself too
Mythology can be real
If you start with truth
And a deadly outcome
For fools who dabble
defyingly blinded they will
Answer to the grace of karma
Bending like a goodnight kiss
Open your lips, let me drink you
In
Oh Holy WOW!!!! This is absolutely beyond expression.
LOVE!! <3
Wonder WHOSE book gave me these ideas? 😉
I haven’t the foggiest idea. 😉
Cheeky! 😉
☺☺☺😁
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Candice, My Shieldmaiden Sword Sister. So amazing!
All. For. You.
This piece reminds me of a song from a band called Amon Amarth. I missed reading your masterpieces, beautiful Candice. Stay awesome!!
There you are! How are you M? Thank you dearest. I will have to check out that band of course I’m not cool and I don’t know it but it has a great name.
I am doing great. I have been so busy, but happy. I missed reading your masterpieces. I try, from time to time, to read all of my favorite blogs, but sometimes it is impossible because of the time. You are always in my thoughts. Stay awesome!!!
Yeah everyone says how you are too busy these days I can relate it is hard to find time especially when like you, you have a lot of followers. I’m glad you are happy though my friend – good to hear!
This is very interesting and quite ambiguous (unless I am reading it wrong, a strong possibility).
Ah no you are not reading it wrongly at all but then you never do. It’s frustrating, perplexing even, as I often write poems and think ‘I wonder what C will think?’ and then I go on and write something I would not necessarily wonder what you would think and then you read it and I forget to say ‘oh oh read the ones I wrote with you in mind!’ ha ha
Please lead me gently by the hand to the one where you had me in mind. I am immensely flattered and I would love to add my twopenneth worth, for what it is worth.
By the way you are one of the few people (I can count them on one hand) that I write for, eagerly awaiting your opinion.
And i’ve been a bad reader in that I DO read but don’t share my opinion enough … this I will rectify because I want to and because you are worth it. Forgive me, I have struggled through a protracted illness but will be coming out the other side with wings.
Dear Feather…certainly no need to apologise…i appreciate you as a artist and as a friend (presumptuous probably but still).
Presumptuous after these many years? I think not Poet xo
Thank you Feather
Another gorgeous poem. Well done!
Thank you so very much dear Andrick
The ending lines were just awesome. But I need to ask does this by any means reflect the political environment in New Zealand?
Ah you got that! 🙂
I sat a bit, open-mouthed, caught in a vortex of multiple mythic levels.
😉 you make me giggle
Giggles are good. 🙂
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TheFeatheredSleep – “Fools Who Dabble”
I love that title!
YAY!
This is in a whole other level:
“I gave up my child
To be a child with you
And you damned me
But you damned yourself too
Mythology can be real
If you start with truth
And a deadly outcome
For fools who dabble
defyingly blinded they will
Answer to the grace of karma
Bending like a goodnight kiss
Open your lips, let me drink you
In”
The intensity in these lines alone drew me in as the reader and I did not move. This is lovely, Candice.
You threw them all into the mythical melting pot/cauldron…. 🙂
I’m lost in your words and in no hurry to find my way out of them …
I thoroughly enjoyed your wondrous poem….
Thanks for sharing!! Amazing work!! Please check out my blog and I hope you like!!!
Another beauty – evoking forever
Everything must start with truth!
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Thank you so much dearling
Your words dazzle the heart and mind ❤🌷
“I gave up my child to be a child with you.” this period of history (through Charlemagne and the dark ages) is the drift I caught here, and it’s often where my own imagination goes to torment itself.
Imagine the pain of our ancestors, probably can feel it at night when it’s quiet.
In the villages, the Inuit learned Western culture. Government agencies built clinics and schools, and “in many places, Inuit children were required to attend schools that emphasized non-native traditions.”
The Inuit population grew so much that their traditional hunting could not support the larger population. Some hold-outs lived in camps, but they soon moved into the villages because they could get jobs and food was plentiful.
Read here to know more about A few of the more prominent Inuit gods and goddesses include: https://www.ancient-origins.net/history/survival-unforgiving-world-0010672
Thank you very much