Celtic Island Poem by Xelam Kan™

Celtic Island

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i am naïve
to this part of the world
but my fancies often here
roam and love her mysteries sore.
Like a blue vase of white roses
dripped in the morning mist
i see an Irish ghost
dancing in the breeze.
Here the darkness steals
the light's charm and icy winds
hum the Celtic tunes, and bring
the golden fairies down, to play
hide and seek in the misty woods
and kiss the snowy lakes and
laugh and sing.
Such is the charm, that's loosed
upon this enchanting land
and surely lulls my frantic fears
stiffened by nightmares,
and fill my days
full of praise...

Sunday, March 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
i often listen the Celtic music composed by Brunuville, Van zeigler etc and it takes my fancies to this mysterious land thought i never stepped here but wish to have...
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 06 April 2015

Marvelous, Xelam. I am part Irish but have never been there. Except through your poem. Thanks

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