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The Book of Talisen

Poetry By: Ken Simm
Poetry



Talisen was a model for the legendary Merlin


Submitted:Nov 13, 2008    Reads: 124    Comments: 9    Likes: 2   


The Bard.


Kiss the cloud that lights the day,

touch the face that sings this way.


Walk the path that leads the fair

touch the falling through the air


Rich the wood that scented kissed

the swirl ofpipe breeze lifted mist


Dark the folds of landscape drift

High in hills wild floating gift


Roars the ghost in lone hills warned

Shout the hunter in hunting dawn


Swift the winds that cross the moor

fill the legends, speak of these shores



The Song

We pour mist into lost fields cross the stars

We find painted idols, canvas marked like playing cards

We dream, a sign of leaving, taking hours

We sing, all sadness of final scores

Shall we wait to carry on?



The Legend.


Ah, I hear the pipe

Do you hear it too?

The Curlew bright

a shining bird in concert

with the song of the moors.


Oh but to hear the singing

just once, once more, my love.

To see the seventh wave, the gull

and the northern seal

watch til the deeps thunder


To feel the running, just this once

and the stag in antlered rutting roaring

To see the silvered strings

and gold leafed dresses

in the blessed harp of the shivered trees.


Gatheredwheat sing in the field

The stacks of sweet, oh so sweet yellow

The vixen's yip for precious young

and a headdress of grass that you will wear

life in a rayed red sunset


The best fish leaping

The swans necking the weed lake

The talon clutch in a flying shadow

the blue of the hare on the mountain snow

and the world that was before







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