by SilverCeltic Moon
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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Inspired by a writing by Yeats from 'The Wind Among the Reeds.' that he wrote in 1899 entitled:
"15. Michael Robartes bids his Beloved be at Peace." In its entire form below (just so you can see what I liked about it.) ;)
"I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, 5
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, 10
Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet."
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
I hear the shadowy horses
... galloping ... galloping through the moonlit sky.
I hear the sound of their harnesses jingle
and see the stars spin, spark and die under their hooves.
Manannan Mac Lir is coming on his chariot
... coming ... coming to take the souls of the dead
back with him to their eternal rest after long lives spent
warring and fighting for food and land, with no rest.
The full moon shines with an unearthly glow
... lighting ... lighting the way for them to go
- the shadowy horses, tossing their manes
blowing breath out of their flaring nostrils,
galloping, galloping....galloping forevermore.
* This poem is based upon the Irish belief that the Irish God, Manannan Mac Lir (see further details below), drives his chariot drawn by the "Shadowy Horses" across the waves (the crests of waves are actually the shadowy horses' manes) to collect the dead for the journey to the next world.
Manannan Mac Lir: (May-nah-naun) Ireland, Wales; a shapeshifting god of the sea, magic, navigators, commerce, storms, rebirth, weather. The chief Irish sea god whose special retreat was the Isle of Man. In Wales his name was Manawydan ap Llyr. He had several magical weapons and a suit of armor that made him invisible; and his swine kept the Tuatha De Danann from aging.
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|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Thank you for this sharing of legend with us. I love reading about other cultures and thier beliefs.|
|Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy
|My Irish blood was pounding through my veins as I read your wonderful piece. You have done Both Yeats and the Irish Proud. The imagery in your piece was magnificent, and the rhythm was heart racing. Thank you so much for making this late night read so enjoyable.
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|This is very enlightning and informative. What a fantastic poem of lore...|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Fascinating, indeed, and I especially liked your marvelous poem and narrative, SilverCeltic, since I always enjoy learning new things.
And I love that graphic.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Both the origianal writing of Yeats and your own brilliant piece reflect the beauty of Irish folklore and the magic thar runs like a river throughout it. Your information is concise and to the point and explains a lot that the reader would otherwise miss in the poetry, as well the graphic is awesome to steal a term from a younger generaton and stirs the fires of imagination and passion.
WEll done Silver,
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|What a wonderful ride! Love the magical feel to this inspiring, exquisite write, Silver.
Peace and Blessings,
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|Oh! I love Yeat's, and you've done him proud here Silver, this a wonderfully imaged piece of Celtic verse. I love the last stanza so powerful in expression.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|full, vibrant imagery capturing the mood and motion of this soul catcher ...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Silver this is a fascinating poem! it is also mystical and makes me tingle at the thought of its meaning.Beautifully done! Thanks for sharing all the info!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Sooo nice to see you here; you have been missed, gurl! Very well done; you have NOT lost your edge! BRAVA!! Beautiful but shattering write; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|First of all I love Yeat's work Celtic !
And secondly I love your Celtic adaption of this classic piece !
Has a distinct Horsemen of the Apocalypse feel about it too !
The Celtic graphic is superb art
I loved the line " The East her hidden joy before the morning break, "
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Stirring imagery, beautifully penned...my favorite lines:
"...I hear the sound of their harnesses jingle
and see the stars spin, spark and die under their hooves. ...."
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.