When I arrived, the dark lake waters
had already captured some of the stars;
twinkling lights,
half submerged
on invisible aquatic trees.
The Moon playing with young clouds
coming and going,
like a spoilt child
indecisive of where to rest.
Sometimes a fish jumped,
causing a pyrotechnic ripple
on the scene.
It is rumoured (and mostly believed)
that some of the Fir Bolg –
the Fairly People,
who were defeated in the
first great battle of Magh Tuireadh
in the time,before time had a name;
have a magical fortress
beneath these waters.
It is also said that those that have drowned (nine in the last two years)
are their special selected guests invited to the great feasts –
and that later,they have no wish to return to this life.
I have seen them walk by the lakeside (I think ?)
but only on certain nights;
although when I arrived
I found only a camouflage of shadows.
Today I come here more often, then before
and perhaps one day….
perhaps……
© (Löst Viking) (September 9 th 2015) John Anthony Fingletonhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Löst-Viking/746104845419195
beautiful imagery ! It creates a real picture before the eyes.
aashi, thank you for your kind words
The Moon playing with young clouds
coming and going,
like a spoilt child
indecisive of where to rest.
Sometimes a fish jumped,
causing a pyrotechnic ripple
on the scene.
lovely write
Thank you ramesh
I could see it…picturesque indeed
Kuchibhotl thank you so much.
Lovely poem John, it is a pleasure reading it…..so craftily penned.
Pramila, alway a honour to see your comments.
ramesh thank you so much for your comment.
Kuchibhotla I appriciate your vision.