Saturday, February 23, 2013


His soggy feet squish in waterlogged boots
Walking along the shore
Is it laughter or the surf I hear?
Such a familiar roar

The old pauper clown, in colorful rags
Wants to show you a trick
You laugh, You boast, You fool, Poor Soul
You missed it, his mind was too quick

He beckons me close, I follow suit
And we begin the swim
To places of power and new depths unseen
This Old One I know to be kin

Father to many, by blood or by soul
Guide to help the lost dead
Keeper of power and oceans of mystery
My bindings are finally shed

Puck D Coyote

1 comment:

  1. I used to dream of Manannan as well. Perhaps I need to seek him out again.