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Author's Note:
This is the second in a suite of four poems. The first is here

The rimy black limbs of winter,
Creaking beneath woolen skies,
Flush to red-budded brown
-- And dry.

The hills, casting off their hoary coats,
Revel in Lugh's shinning light.
Flaunt their Connemara underthings
-- And sigh.

Exultant; Lugh hunts for Frost,
Driving his spear into cracks.
Decay weeps not for his peer,
But gnaws and withdraws from attack.

Burgeoning hills flourish and swell,
Spilling waters into the moors.
Buds erupt from every nerve-ending,
And the verdant child is reborn.

Under quiescent care of paladin pine,
The trees slowly reclothe their bones.
In finest attire for Imbolc feast,
They delve into heath and stone.

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The following comments are for "L Feabhra (Feast of Light)"
by Philo

You stopped with the --lines after the first stanza. I was looking forward to the rest of the poem following that form. Other than that though this was a really good piece. It was full of imagery and I'm glad I picked this one out of your many to read this one.

Also thank you very much for the comment on my piece. I appreciate it very much.


( Posted by: GreyButterCups [Member] On: December 3, 2004 )

ButterCup Feast
Thanks for stopping by to read. This is the second poem in a suite of four and is in the same form as the first, which is also posted here, and if I remember correctly the first received a similar comment.

Because these poems are about the transition between the seasons rather than the seasons themselves, I'm trying to express that transitional feel. The first two stanzas set the tone of the change in weather and the last three are about the results.

Perhaps it'll read better when I've completed them all. Maybe I should have waited, the final intent will be for them to be read together. But I appreciate your comments. Cheers! -Philo

( Posted by: Philo [Member] On: December 3, 2004 )

definitely takes 2 or 3 three readings, but still too dense and (i hate too admit it) too sophisticated for my attention. but i did read it 3 times -- haven't even done that with my own work. red-budded brown -- love it. re-clothe their bones -- love it. you're good.

a note as well on 16 and dark reflections -- very different content (sinister vs fatherly) but both well told and evocative of place and character (even if one is you - hopefully the 16 one!!)
you tell a great story, and until one has tried to tell a great story, it can be a difficult recognition as to just how hard that is. The content of "dark" didn't wow me -- almost trite -- but the your ability to set mood with an economy of words did (wow me).
16 though was great -- wistful, sorrowful, tragic and oddly hopeful all at once. A superior encapsulation of the detached pain for someone else's horrible fate that we can not help but relate back to ourselves. also, loved the connection between the child's shoes and the cars tires -- one innocent and the other frought with danger. Great job. Emotional but not the least bit inappropriately sappy. And again so well done without being overdone -- oh the wonder of brevity.

( Posted by: brad [Member] On: December 8, 2004 )

Oh! How good is this!
I love season and nature poems - but done with a twist. This is for me, perfection to read. "and sigh" got me. Loved that touch. I'm off to read the others now. regards huni.

( Posted by: Huni [Member] On: December 12, 2004 )

Brad and Huni
Brad, Thanks for stopping in and for checking out some of my other things as well. I'm assuming by density, you're referring to vocabulary in this poem. A fair amount of research is going into this suite about the change of seasons. The titles come from Celtic pagan feasts celebrating the changing season as do some of the terms, but I'm trying to look back beyond the origins of the celebrations to what inspired people to celebrate in the first place.

A few definitions for the uninitiated: Lugh-Sun god, armed with a spear. Connemara - Green, semi-precious Irish marble used in jewelry etc... Imbolc - another name for the Feast of Light. La Feabhra - First day of spring.

You're right about me being the dad in 16. Dark Reflections was inspired by a stalking I witnessed. This story didn't ask to come out, it just did. I agree that this is well trodden ground. Thanks for your kind words, your insight and for tracking the other stories down. -P

Huni, similar thanks to you for finding some of my other things and commenting there. I'm glad you liked this. I'll track down your other comments! Cheers. -Philo

( Posted by: Philo [Member] On: December 12, 2004 )

I like how the poem incarnates toward me as a canvas. Perhaps impressionist, perhaps surrealist, either way it moves.

the part that says '-- And dry.' and repeats, I love that like an echo from the first part.

( Posted by: webguy [Member] On: February 15, 2005 )

Part 1 of 4 - webguy
Sorry for the confusion on the ordering of these poems, I wrote them out of order and I'm afraid I've mislead folks as to the order they're designed to be in. This actually the first (although it was posted second) For the record the order is:
1 - La Feabhra
2 - Beltaine
3 - Lughnasadh
4 - Feile na Marbh

They are written about the change in the seasons. The first is the end of winter/beginning of spring etc...

Webguy, thanks for looking these up and commenting. I'm glad this painted a picture for you and I'm delighted you caught the connections between them. -Philo

( Posted by: philo [Member] On: February 15, 2005 )

Winnie and Poo
How does BARRY becomes BAIRRFHIONN and CORMAC, CAIRBRE? Are there Celts among us that carry the tradition that among other things teaches the pronunciation of this Babelian tongue?

Would a Welsh person know the traditions of the pre-Viking Celts?

A while ago I intended to read this genre, trying to understand that which captivates so much imagination the worlds of the ancient Vikings, Celts, Tolkien, DnD.

With your series the carefree land of Winnie the Poo is evenly counterbalanced.

( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: February 18, 2005 )

For an brief tour of Gaelic pronunciations try: or I understand that Gaelic is still spoken in a few places. My Grandfather used to read a Gaelic newspaper when I was young.

As to your question about the Welsh, I don't know.

For me, the allure is in the "realness" of Celtic myths. The greek and Roman myths seem fanciful and in some ways overwrought, but the Norse/Celtic tranditions are a bit more gritty and one can sense the connection to reality from which they spring. Where myth (and religious) tradition comes from is of particular interest to me as I've said.

I think you're right about Pooh. I think the Hundred Acre Wood is so enchanting because its "real" It can be scary (blustery days, ruined homes, pits and mists) as well as charming.

Go raibh maith agat! -Philo

( Posted by: Philo [Member] On: February 18, 2005 )

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