Open Poetry #35 |
C.325 BC. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Pytheas long ago measured it's length. Speaking lilting language, it's people hunted, farmed fertile soil. Jewellry, polished metal mirrors, incised pots, carved white horses in chalky downland. Mead and ale, water/honey fermented. Mediterranean wine jars, grape supped frequent. Ritulas of Celts, of Druid priests, sacrifice in ancient Oak and Mistletoe groves, reeking carrion. Garroted, drained blood, gushing jugular crimson. Battles, daubed green- blue, woad plant smeared, fearless warriors. Trade routes beckoning caesars Roman invasion. Justice cannot be for oneside alone, but must be for both. (Eleanor Roosevelt) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good inspiration for a poem |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Ah, wearing woad always makes me remember how very much I favor the ax! *smile* This poem is like loose beads of memory thrown into a bowl. Every time I run my mind through the beads, I remember something else. Thanks! |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
nice. -majnu |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Always, always the depth behind the depths...many the yew alive today, with flint shards wedged and buried in the depths of it. Not a pretty memory, but memories often aren't. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ |
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