Celtic: the girls in long-hemmed dresses, boys
in polo shirts and khaki slacks, and all
of them, barefoot, gather upon the green
and blooming, well trimmed meadow in between
the small town and (beyond it) private farms
(safe from commercial greed and urban sprawl,
inevitably fraught with covert harms).
They listen, with the most expressive pleasure,
as poems are read aloud. Each verse deploys
across the contour of the ancient measure.
Some of them have been here for several hours.
Some wander, hand in hand, among the flowers.
Neither debris nor hidden obstacles
lurk there to injure grass-stained toes or soles.
No chaired, nor crowned, awards bring competition
to soil this Celtic Rite's pristine condition.
Starward
[jlc]
Considerations
Often such a setting creates new legends of it's own, the effect of new "meetings" with the Daoine Sith. Enjoyed your work.
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
Thank you. I had not thought
Thank you. I had not thought in those terms before.
Seryddwr
Celtic
music .poem.
very nice
my Scottish half likes this:)
CKK
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank you so very much for
Thank you so very much for that comment.
Seryddwr