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In The Gloaming

In the gloaming of a cold early morning,
Nature's cascading sounds heard down through the trees -
All momentarily fall silent,

And through the wood the distant thunder of feet,
Horses. Troops. The sound of creaking wooden wheels rocking -
Violently back and forth,

All cry an inevitable retreat,

And as mud lay spread across the many fields,
Swords, spears and marked military shields,
The castle keep is barren and silent

Announce this suddenness of a simple measure
Of uninterrupted time,

" Cannon the gates, breach the walls! "

Soldiers left stiff in the mud all clamber toward the higher ground,
The castle keep is no longer safe,

There is little left now but to crown the new Irish King.

( After all He knows everything.)

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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it left me feeling as if i were there. hmmm...maybe i was at one time :)
majestically done tommyboy!

bastet,

Thank ye Baby.

tommo / Ireland

It made me feel as though I was there too .. well .. actually I was .. the guy at the very back of the charge .. making sure no one else retreated ... :-)


That was a very compelling piece of poetry by the way .. hats off to you .. Mr. Moran.

Vitsec,

I'll just bet both you and bastet were there - in your times. Your blood somehow finding it's way forth through time to ye both.

Interesting, very interesting.

Thank ye both for taking your important time out to review this piece. I want ye both to know I deeply appreciate it.

Be well there, both, and stay safe,

tommy boy moran / Ireland

PS: Very funny to imagine ye, Vitsec - safe and unencumbered there at the back of the lines. Surely ye'd probably be bumping elbows with me. ( LoL. )

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