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Passing Moments

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I see you deep
inside your skin,
past flesh and blood
to what’s within,
the Holy Grail that lights your soul,
that fills you up,
that makes you whole,
pure-driven fire of truth to me,
that only souls
can feel and see.
you are not real,
could never be,
but forged of light,
and filigree;
Imagined love,
sweet fantasy,
I found you deep in heart of me.

©NiamhClune 2012

What is your imagined love?

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About niamh clune

I love to write in childish rhyme I really do it all the time A Doctor and a Nana too 'Tis on the plum tree that I grew! Before we go any further, I must let you into one of my secrets. When I was little, fairies lived at the bottom of my garden. I used to talk or sing to them quietly (as fairies don't like shouting). And when dew covered the grass and made it glitter and sparkle, I knew the fairies were preparing for a shindig! Everyone knows that when dew is on the grass, fairies have their choice of the most beautiful sparkles imaginable. Fairies might wear peony or iris sparkle. They might wear rose or violet sparkle. Boy fairies wear shamrock and shiny breeches of bark be-dewed and made smooth and slithery ~ great for sliding down mole-hills! Fairies always throw parties in celebration of dew, as fairies love nothing more! They drink it, and it makes them giggle! They wear it, and it makes them shimmer. Dew really is the diamond in the fairy-queen crown. Apart from anything else, dew means it is a new day, and fairies love the time before dawn when they can flit and dart ~ flicker and start; hover and whiz ~ zip and fizz; float and flash ~ make-a-dash; tease and prance ~ skip and dance; hurry and scurry ~ all of a flurry; rush and rail ~ skim, speed and sail! The very best Leprechaun fiddlers play the most lively jigs. Elf harpists pluck at your heartstrings and weave magic in verse. Goblins are, by far, the best drummers, whilst meadow sprites have very high, reedy singing voices ~ almost inaudible to all but the very trained musical ear. Usually appearing on percussion are the cobbler gnomes ~ with a-clink and a-clank, whenever needed, and in perfect time. All in all, fairy gatherings are a sight to see ~ for those able to see them. I spent many an early morning dancing to the tunes of the little people. Very soon, they began to trust me, (Fairies seldom trust humans, as humans do very strange things to fairies and to fairyland), but I could dance a fine jig, pirouette often, sing a long song and recite a poem, all of which is of very great interest to fairies. They taught me some of their ancient secrets about bees and butterflies, worms and magic bears who know such an awful lot about everything. They also taught me secrets about science and the sky, and how to grow up into someone who is wise (wise enough to still believe in fairies). I like to share some of those mysteries with boys and girls (and grown-ups who still have magic in them) who are inquisitive but can also keep a secret. Sssssssssh! Promise you won't tell anyone... Are you ready? Now listen well, to the stories I will tell...

14 comments on “Passing Moments

  1. Shawn MacKENZIE
    November 30, 2012

    I find myself holding my tongue of late when it comes to commenting on poetry–and yet I will say simply: this resonates.

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  2. Betty Dravis
    December 1, 2012

    You ask what is my imagined love? I never feel a need to imagine it because with so many children and friends, I am surrounded by love… a warm, glowing feeling. This poem captures the deeper feelings. Thanks for sharing, Niamh. <3

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    • ontheplumtree
      December 2, 2012

      Thank you, Betty. I am also lucky enough to be surrounded by love and do not need to imagine it. I have tried to capture the truth of love that is within…

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  3. the secret keeper
    December 1, 2012

    a blooming rose

    beyond the depths
    of the deepest soul
    your dreams
    there you will find.
    such fire and light,
    sight for sight,
    in the words
    you weave
    from in your mind
    upon the page.
    you touch me quick
    and deep
    with meaning pure
    and deep in heart,
    you find me.
    a blooming rose…

    © Jennifer Kiley 2012

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  4. Uncle Tree
    December 2, 2012

    You speak well of the fire, Niamh.
    And passion speaks well through you.

    Cheerz to love and blooming roses! ;) Keith

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  5. ivonprefontaine
    December 7, 2012

    I nominated you for awards. You can go to http://ivonprefontaine.com/2012/12/07/more-awards/ and pick them up. Naturally, there are rules. Congratulations.

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