Saturday, November 04, 2006

What may we wish for now as the autumn light ebbs and with the passing of Samhain the ensuing darkness of another encroaching winter threatens. What more exists to light and enlighten? Yeats wrote that the grey morning melancholy runs through all the legends of the Celtic people, and so it is there I shall seek. It is there where, on our isolated isle at least, fallen angles too good to be lost and too bad to be saved work out there time; where all life past and present walk unknowingly side by side: where souls seek solace. Waning light gives way to a waxing soul, and the grey dawn gives life and hope to any who will open their hearts to it. They are the magic hours on this rock and it is in the waters that hold the grey dawn up where I shall bathe my Celtic soul in search of repose from the infinite Celtic melancholy.

3 comments:

Paddy said...

Puts my silly lil poem to shame it does. Always enjoy reading a bit of Yits; MP brought along a Yeats cllection to read at Samhain, but unfortunately because of a late start (which I'll take some responsibility for), we didn't get to read our poetry. I know, I know, what is Samhain without the poetry: mea culpa mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Keep the words flowin Yits - we all enjoy it.
PS: Did the VQ arrive in Belfast yet?

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