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Celtic Jig

door killea

Celtic Jig

Can you feel the change
do you feel it Storm?
I am a warrior, old soul
the Tara came to me at last
I wear it as an honour to my clan
no longer shall I let things go,
or overlook a slight
no more, shall I bear humiliation
at the hands of some useless brute
never again…..no more
with or against me
I care neither way
for I know I can stand alone
obstacles and humours so huge
lies which hurt to the bone
destroyed my life as it was
yet now I rise like the Phoenix
out of the ashes which burned
my heart helped stoke the fire
on the table too small to hold or clear
the problems, but when I am finished,
on it I will dance the Celtic jig
because I no longer give a fig!

feedback van andere lezers

• jan
  just had lunch, the bread was fine just like your poem:-)
  xxx
  j
  killea: Wel that is very fine feeback Jan
  thank you
  xx
  j
• Mistaker
  Loved it, just like my marzipan from Berlin.
  
  Greta xx
  killea: Sounds yummy to me.....marzipan and Berlin
  xx
  j
• Danvoieanne
  Leuk ;-) xx
  killea: Thank you Anne
  xx
  j
• Wee
  Watch your feet!
  x
  killea: Yes, I don;'t want to fall off the table!!!
  xx
  j