Poetry

Celtic Poetry

The Jackdaw's Ring

Jackdaw's love cabbage, Jackdaw's love peas;

Jackdaw's love apples and maybe some cheese;

Jackdaw's tell stories when they flock in the trees;

Where they'll taunt you and mock you and squawk when they please;

Jackdaw's love sapphires, diamonds and strings;

Old glasses, coins, buttons and things;

Yet one treasure of treasures a magical ring;

They gave as a tribute to their Jackdaw King.

 

The Moon and Seven Stars

Once upon a time beneath the Moon and Seven Stars;

A Swan and Seven Cignets swam upon a mirror Lake;

An Elfish Women came from the hills and music she would make;

To the Stars she played upon her Harp beside the lovely Pond;

And when at last she'd played enough she left before the dawn;

Daylight fades again the Swan's that swam upon the Lake;

Could hear again the tales the ancient Harp would make.

 

The Lindorm's Cup

Down the steep winding tunnel, the darkness filled with fumes;

Chimney reeks of brimstone, and fire of earth their elements enclose;

To empty out upon a great cavernous room filled with the hoard of a Lindorm;

Sleeping there upon a glittering bed of treasure a great armored splendor;

The treasure cursed, so sang the Skalds, was unknown to some of bolder mood;

The young Warrior said, I'll have that Cup, with filigree work so fine;

So he stole it home to look, more close and have with heart felt toast;

A cup of blood red Mead, and celebrate his luck, yet when the Cup approached his lips;

Then from within the a claw appeared, and grasped the youth about his head;

And while he screamed it pulled him in, through the Cups golden gleaming red lipped mouth;

Till of the young man t'wernt nothing left as it toppled to the ground;

His blood flung out it struck the floor, to ring from wall to wall.

 

 

 

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