Come step into the Pagan Night;
Embrace upon your shoulders, a cloak of raven’s wings.
And lace into your magic hair,
The wolf of Bethlehem.
Step gently on the emerald grass,
Moist from virgins tears;
And walk along the secret path –
Into the forest near.
The wavering voices of the trees,
Will lead you to that place;
Where ancient words are still intoned,
And secret rites embraced;
Not shattered by the tower calls,
Or a man risen from the dead,
Deceit and lies from prophet’s mouths
Has strengthened them instead.
John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay, South America. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Contributed to four books of poetry for children. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Poet of the Year (2016) Destiny Poets International Community. Poet of the Month (March 2019) Our Poetry Archive. Poet of the Month (April 2019) The League of Poets. First solo collection ´Poems from the Shadowlands´ was published in November 2017, 'Words That Found Me' December 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' January 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020.
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