“Play,”
Said he,
“Old music…
Remembering
The beginning times,
When the stars were younger
And the portal stood open
That dreams and possibilities
Might travel freely between the worlds.
The children of Earth still knew magic then.”
“I will play, but they can no longer hear.
They have closed the doors against our song,
Consigning us to fairytales
And casting us as evil…
Or worse, a fantasy.
Amusing children
With ancient lore.”
“But children
Can see
Truth.”
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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and adults too, sometimes…
wonderful double etheree, Sue…
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Thanks, Jaye 🙂
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Not all adults lose true sight, thankfully. 💜
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Reblogged this on Ed;s Site..
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Stunning, Sue. You use the form seamlessly, and the poem’s magic resonates.
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Thanks, Diana.
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Play…we’ve forgotten that too. But not always, thank goodness. (K)
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And not all of us… 😉
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Gorgeous ❤
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Thaks Debby ❤
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