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                                                       Through Lacey Curtains
                                               
           Reality and Magic
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Through the Lacey Curtain - Poetry Real and Magic
by  maggieCreated on: Dec-28-2020   Last updated: Dec-29-2020
 5.5"x8.5" - Choice of Hardcover/Softcover - Color - Trade Book Theme: Poetry    Privacy: Everyone 
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  1. ISBN: 9781649941138


​Through Lacey Curtains
                          ~maggie
 
Through lacey curtains be
Blue skies just as the sea
Branches stretch from trees
Reaching for eternity.
 
Shadows touch the ground
Patient for a living sound
Lonesome birds around
Moss covered dirt, a mound.
 
Nature causing us to think
Of why and how we are a link
Life is on the brink
More fragile than most think
 
Each day we will transpire
Ignite a flame and fire
Of thoughts that will inspire
Dreamers never tire.
 
Pull the curtain, let it be
Time for dreams to steep
Pull the curtain let it be
Time for us to sleep
 
Behind the curtains be
The dreams that we will keep
Dreams of playful sheep
And dreams that make us weep.
 
Through lacey curtains see
Thoughts and prayers for ye
Through lacey curtains
Writers be.
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                                       Yes, It's Isolde
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This is my third poetry book.
I enjoy poetry while writing stories.
As much as I do living my life.  This book includes personal prose as well as excerpts from my fictional tales.

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(I wanted to put this prose in the book but ran out of room.....so here it is a peak at some of my private writing.....I hope to write of Winter Solstice in a poem soon)                  

​Solstice Dream

 
It was the turn of the seasons; the amazing new winter solstice! West Wind knew his beloved queen’s heart. There was no other place she desired more than Ireland..
The milky white unicorn rose high into the starry abyss…. Isolde clinging to her neck…. whirling and twirling, spinning in the tunnel of mist, away from Britannia and over the Emerald Isle! The sight below was stunning…the waves of the sea, and the winds of the fields, and as the skies darkened, they landed, and Isolde strolled along the shores of Dunlace.
Moving into the forest to wander…the silvery wheel of the Celtic Goddess beckoned her …leading her to sit under a Hazelwood.
Isolde pulled her knees to her chin and gazed ever skyward. She was taken by the roundness, the purity of the sphere of light hanging still against the blackness. It took a time before she summoned a bond between herself and the ancient one, Arianrhod. It was a trance, not different than the ones in her childhood and she spoke to her goddess, this night, in earnest.
“You are my friend, and I feel your strength, love and femininity. A Yule moon is truly your gift to us….a prize! Your stars trailing with glittering joy….I am grateful for the beauty you share.”
Rising she walked into the castle to light white candles to honor her.
The new solstice was a night of hope and joy, in the morn, the sun would begin to return. This day would be celebrated throughout the realm in different ways…..but at Dunlace there would be a large feast and a number of healthy bonfires to rejoice in light and merriment during the dark, cold side of the year. Local druids would attend the cheer and light the fires. Most of the remaining cattle were slaughtered to save on feeding them and the wine and ale made throughout the year was fermented and ready to drink. 
Looking at the holly berries that had been placed on tables and ledge throughout the castle cheered the queen. Which would win the contest this year; the Holly King or the Oak King. No matter, spirits would be merry in Wexford City this night!
No one had seen her visit~mayhap it was a dream… for the friends in Camelot were just awakening to a celebration of their own.
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