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Edited by Anthony Dooley, Monday, 11 Mar 2013, 13:27

Mornin' Y'all..hope all are well and studies going well. i'm still studying,still waiting to wander Wales..

Anyway..

meet me by moonlight

and we'll go all of a tale

past old stones and gravestones and cold stones

past the dreamings of walls

and fair near far all under the full moon

and into the gray ones vae.

 

Past the gravestones we'll go

past the strange-sinister secrets they hold

the cracked,the broken,the newly old

Past hawthorn and heather

past the ghosts and the tigers pleasure

into the glimmering dreamtime of the sillery moon we'll go

into phlegethon...past the spectres who bid us back(them burning so cold)

hand in hand we'll go

past the silvery blue trees.we'll go

and down we'll go,winding round and round we'll go

asking the hail mary ones which way to go

into the church pagan places we'll go

and round and down we'll go

past the wyrms we'll go,

past cloacarum,past fox and woldland..and all into

ghostland we'll go..and greet the Elder gods and the newer Gods(Aedis te deum nosco)'

 

And here amongst the stony tribe and always young

We'll dance and drink and sing songs from here on to there

and hiding among gravestonestell of mornings and morningtimes(of greeting them before any other see them)...And we'll speak with the ancient ones and blue ones of times to come,of better times to come....

('and what be her cards you ask?Even these:-

the heart,that doth butcrave more,having fed:

the diamond,Skill'ed to make base seem brave:

the club,for smiting in the dark,

the spade to dig a grave'(Rossetti,D.G)

 

itsa bit rough but hey,i've only just written it9and idea on the way to the library)..what do you think...

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One of my favourites of yours,  keep going with the sense of romantic yearning, always careful not to kill the rhythm with drafting. 

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Hey Mat..thanks for tips. Hope your well..been reading your stuff and it still makes me laugh and wish I could write like that.you makeit seemeffortless...

In this poem i was trying to capture some of that pre-raphelite oddness (half-in love with death) and the Edgar Poe repetition  and movement that makes his poems so trance-like. the best poems(for me) are those that seem musical or captures some type of movement...like jones 'Anathemata'..there seems to be something trancelike about it...magical cadence(jones captures it in the Catholic Mass..that low hum that seems to make the walls vibrate(too some its boring but when done well...with Belief..it is incantatory)...much as the cave artists/shamen might have done..Jones too makes that comparison)

Be well

Ant.