"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous." ~Anais Nin

17 August 2016

Poetry Wednesday #54


I see Manannán's horses crash upon the shore
Transforming into foam
And slipping back to sea—
An abundance of colors chase them,
As the moon and the sun 
Chase each other.
Reflections of reflections
Turning into something new.

10 August 2016

Poetry Wednesday #53

I got this from here.

Call to Manannán

Wave-riding magician,
Guardian of the Blessed Isles,
Mist-cloaked guide over open waters,

Keeper of the Crane Bag,
Wielder of the Answerer,
Lawgiver among the Tuatha Dé Danann,

Hail Manannán, son of the sea,
Lord of the Strand.
Hail Manannán,
Lord of the liminal realms,

I call to you.

03 August 2016

Poetry Wednesday #52

Stormy Seas by Graham Richardson

Whispers of Manannán

The first time I saw the ocean
I was twenty-three
And already half in love with the idea
Of the vast and unreachable
Depths that it contained.
It was nothing like I expected–
It was more.
I didn't feel awe.
Not then.
What I felt that early-autumn day–
Standing on the southwestern coast
Of Alaska–
Was a deep and unrelenting
A tranquility that I had never before
Encountered in my waking life.
In my dreams the sea was
Green or blue or tumbled-grey.
The color I remember most,
Looking back,
Is purple–
The dusky-violet of the sky at night–
And I understood what the
Greeks meant when they named it
I heard you,
While I stood there,
Whispering to me.
I heard you,
Though I didn't yet know
Your name.