Of lost Celtic tunes

Mystic in voice,
notes from another shore
linger on when they can.

Reminding of strong limbs,
rolled sleeves
now in faded garment pale,
when lutes were loud,
golden and fullsome
as a bright harvest moon.

Mandolins carried upon backs
of wandering musicians,
they were hardy fellows
to say the least,
and their apprentice tunes,
melodies of night wonder,
traveling daytime dreams.

Forget-me-not songs
of how one wildflower
in a field full of red poppies,
found in contrast, another.


One thought on “Of lost Celtic tunes

  1. nectarfizz says:

    That was lovely. What a great guitarist.

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