Stories and Poetry
The following is a poem translated out of the Gaelic by the Dal Riadh Celtic Trust and said to be written by Finn himself:
May, clad in cloth of gold,
Cometh this way;
The fluting of the blackbirds
Heralds the day.
The dust coloured cuckoo
Cries welcome O Queen!
For winter has vanished,
The thickets are green.
Soon the trampling of cattle
where river runs low!
The long hair of the heather,
The canna like snow.
Wild waters are sleeping,
Foam of blossom is here;
Peace, save the panic
In the heart of the deer.
The wild bee is busy,
The ant honey spills,
The wandering kine
Are abroad on the hills.
The harp of the forest
Sounds low, sounds sweet;
Soft bloom on the heights;
On the loch, haze of heat.
The waterfall dreams;
Snipe, corncakes, drum
By the pool where the talk
Of the rushes is come.
The swallow is swooping;
Song swings from each brae;
Rich harvest of mast falls;
The swamp shimmers gay.
Happy the heart of man,
Eager each maid;
Lovely the forest,
The wild plane, the green glade.
Truly winter is gone,
Come the time of delight,
The summer truce joyous,
May, blossom-white.
In the heart of the meadows
The lapwings are quiet;
A winding stream
Makes drowsy riot.
Race horses, sail, run,
Rejoice and be bold!
See, the shaft of the sun
Makes the water-flag gold.
Loud, clear, the blackcap;
The lark trills his voice
Hail May of delicate colours
tis May-Day - rejoice!
The long hair of the heather,
The canna like snow.
Wild waters are sleeping,
Foam of blossom is here;
Peace, save the panic
In the heart of the deer.
The wild bee is busy,
The ant honey spills,
The wandering kine
Are abroad on the hills.
Sounds low, sounds sweet;
Soft bloom on the heights;
The waterfall dreams;
Snipe, corncakes, drum
By the pool where the talk
Of the rushes is come.
The swallow is swooping;
Song swings from each brae;
Rich harvest of mast falls;
The swamp shimmers gay.
Happy the heart of man,
Eager each maid;
Lovely the forest,
The wild plane, the green glade.
Truly winter is gone,
Come the time of delight,
The summer truce joyous,
May, blossom-white.
The lapwings are quiet;
Makes drowsy riot.
Race horses, sail, run,
Rejoice and be bold!
See, the shaft of the sun
Makes the water-flag gold.
Loud, clear, the blackcap;
The lark trills his voice
Hail May of delicate colours
tis May-Day - rejoice!
Stare
Ever flowing, Ever turning,
As if always burning,
Into it I shall stare,
Her tangled locks of long red hair.
I've never seen a thing to bold,
Her hair a story to be told.
It matches the deep red autumn season.
Into it I forever stare without reason
By Stephen Collins
The following poems were written for me by my wonderful husband, Christopher, whom some of you may know as Kajal from Wizards Live! He is a dear and wonderful man,..and I am greatly honored to be his wife and very lucky that I found my soulmate. I love you honey.
Patricia
Summer
Sky in a face
Full of spring; no dream is
Too great to be reflected in
Her words.
Autumn hair 'round
A face against winter;
Happiness lingers, dancing as
Points of fire on a milk-white background of
Alabaster.
Lips the shade of sun-kissed
Honey, speaking truths that would shake
The foundations of democracy but
For the innocence in which they are imparted,
Also kiss with passion.
A mind so open to change that nothing
Is transient; all things are one and joined by a
Common soul...karma...consciousness...transcendental image
And meet within the immutable form of commitment and trust --
What more can a man ask for in a wife?
CPC
Cinquainic Valentine
Oh Muse of Fire, inflame my heart to speak!
Oh blind Love, make my words fly straight and true!
Woman,
Created by
Zeus as punishment for
Man, is a temptation I sought
Gladly.
Hera
I found, bound to
Women and locked in chains
Of ice that froze my soul and skinned
My heart.
Venus,
You have thawed my
Soul and restored life to
My tattered heart; unending love
I pledge.
May the heavens witness my devotion!
May our lives together be glorious!
CPC
Cinquainous Life
Ever
And forever
I walked the path of life,
Bemoaning my poor existence --
Alone
Ever
And forever
I longed for a soulmate,
Her warmth and caring -- endlessly
Longing.
Ever
And forever
I searched for my true love,
Her presence like a memory --
Searching
Ever
And forever
I found my destiny;
She and my daughters make my soul
Rejoice!
CPC
Cinquainicity
I was
Walking in a
Field of daisies, soaking
Up the sunlight and enjoying the
Cool breeze…
I was
Dancing with a
Beautiful woman, lost
Within the depths of her limpid
Blue eyes…
I was
Swimming in a
Secret grotto, colored
Pale lavender by the light of
The moon…
I was
Floating on air,
Cushioned by soft clouds of
Starfire, wrapped in rainbows of pure
Desire…
I was
Dreaming – lost in
The endless void of the
Wishing.
CPC
Walking in a
Field of daisies, soaking
Up the sunlight and enjoying the
Cool breeze…
I was
Dancing with a
Beautiful woman, lost
Within the depths of her limpid
Blue eyes…
I was
Swimming in a
Secret grotto, colored
Pale lavender by the light of
The moon…
I was
Floating on air,
Cushioned by soft clouds of
Starfire, wrapped in rainbows of pure
Desire…
I was
Dreaming – lost in
The endless void of the
CPC
All Poetry Signed CPC was Written and Copyrighted by My Husband, Christopher Campbell
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