Poetry
Samháin Collection 2010 : October Stars
By Karl.F.Conyard
A cool crisp night on the waves of Autumn seen,
Stars of gold and delight shine, as we see them we reminise,
as Níamh and Oísin did that stary night,
... in celtic myths passed by,
the broom is cleaned and herbs a grow,
to aid all in destress not to know,
words of wisdom from the elders be,
to treat the observers with changes seen
of colors and suprises been,
the witching hour reclemences,
all but holly leaves are seen alight,
I have seen the five pointed star in dreams ,
but when one is to look they are amazed,
October Stars crown their gaze.
A cool crisp night on the waves of Autumn seen,
Stars of gold and delight shine, as we see them we reminise,
as Níamh and Oísin did that stary night,
... in celtic myths passed by,
the broom is cleaned and herbs a grow,
to aid all in destress not to know,
words of wisdom from the elders be,
to treat the observers with changes seen
of colors and suprises been,
the witching hour reclemences,
all but holly leaves are seen alight,
I have seen the five pointed star in dreams ,
but when one is to look they are amazed,
October Stars crown their gaze.
leigheas-uile
The wind it howls through the trees,
But what do I find but a gallant leigheas-uile plant.
A tea, a tinture and a way, to find what was and what is.
Ah the clearing of old, a luminous moon ,
Facing us well. But I all alone.
A raven i see its eyes staring at me.
I see a ring of stone, did the raven want me to see.
The moon shines and reclemences ah but what is this
Mint, mint circles this circle.
Ay I see this it is a sign, the smell ensnares me.
The moonlight shows the shadows,
There is a stone bowl and grinder’s stone there.
An old style pestle and mortar.
For healing I presume.
Ay this walk in the moonlight was not in vain!
But what do I find but a gallant leigheas-uile plant.
A tea, a tinture and a way, to find what was and what is.
Ah the clearing of old, a luminous moon ,
Facing us well. But I all alone.
A raven i see its eyes staring at me.
I see a ring of stone, did the raven want me to see.
The moon shines and reclemences ah but what is this
Mint, mint circles this circle.
Ay I see this it is a sign, the smell ensnares me.
The moonlight shows the shadows,
There is a stone bowl and grinder’s stone there.
An old style pestle and mortar.
For healing I presume.
Ay this walk in the moonlight was not in vain!