Aengus Gets It Right, by pd lyons; as published by the legendary


Aengus Gets It Right

breathe in the fever
perfect wood wind violin
single note shape sigh release
weightless tongues
sweet water curls up
fine black pearls clung
each finger brought to your rowan mouth
until unable to bear it any more
laugh and plunge
this time even deeper

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where are you singing?
where are you dancing?
tonight in open spaces of my heart
memories keeping us together or apart
when life is only looking back
trading places with the dark
wisdom drawn with silver sticks
without books without roots
unspeakable night this time
I will not medicate fear
I will not dogma soul
I will wide open in the dark

 

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as published by the legendary (May 20, 2010. Issue 17).

In Irish mythology, Óengus (Old Irish), Áengus (Middle Irish), or Aengus or Aonghus (Modern Irish), is a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann and probably a god of love, youth and poetic inspiration. He is also called Aengus Óg (“Aengus the young”), Mac ind Óg (“son of the young”), Mac Óg (“young son”) or Maccan. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aengus.

 

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats (1865–1939) is one of my favourite poems, and of which this piece does refer to.  you can find the full text of Yeats work, along with another of my own relating to Yeats at this link https://pdlyons.wordpress.com/2014/06/15/somewhere-still-by-pd-lyons-for-donald-lyons-with-regards-to-wb-yeats/

 

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  • pdlyons  On October 22, 2015 at 7:09 pm

    Reblogged this on Pdlyons's Weblog and commented:

    I will not medicate fear
    I will not dogma soul
    I will wide open in the dark

    Like

  • Donna J Snyder  On October 28, 2015 at 12:33 am

    My Comment my long comment disappeared about your poems, Aengus, the story of the swans, Mexican Día de los Muertos, my wedding anniversary, my husband’s death at 54, the death of my boxer sisters in February and September leaving me inconsolable, self medication efforts, my paralysis, etc. Fuss and bother.

    Now, suffice it to say thank you

    Liked by 1 person

    • pdlyons  On October 28, 2015 at 12:53 am

      you are most welcome. sorry for the disappearance –

      Like

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