Arcana Minor I

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Wandering into an experimental area of my poetry.

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Arcana Minor I    -   16 Oct 18

The three of yesterday
Still casts the image dark
From the shades of history
Onto the edge of tomorrow

The minstrel tired
Gave up the song
Went back to yesterday
Returned to obscurity

As darkness fell again
The three falls face down
But the shade still rests
On tomorrow

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My intention is for this to be the first of many poems in a series of Arcana poems, in both the major and minor groups.

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Poet's Spell

This is another example of just hearing a couple of words somewhere and a whole poem growing from there. This one is a departure from my usual themes but I felt that a change would be good.





Poet's Spell - 01 Dec 10

The piper plays
A merry tune
But within it lies
A hidden melody
Carrying a secret
From ancient days

The choir sings
Tells of days
From whence the mystery
Comes
And grows
Within the sacred grove

The piper and the minstrel
Duet
Offer the words
To charm the trees
And wrest the
Ancient stones to dance

Mortal ears can hear
If they choose
But so often
Will ignore
The song before them
And the choir falls silent

Who will join the poet now
To weave the words
To bind the song
And allow the melody
To grow again
And charm the world





I wonder if this fits into any other sequence of poems I have written - I suspect that the answer is yes and it may be a way of rekindling the energies in them.