The making of the Celt took time and pride -
this imaginary scene was inspired by the
sculptured art in elm-wood of a Celtic Chieftain.
by John White - Cornwall.
Making A Celt.
Great warrior by right, this Celtic aristocrat
Held himself proudly errect, glanced around,
Beheld his insipid companions and laughed,
There they were feasted, mead-filled, and crowding
His person with loudest stench, junior leaders,
These were unbattled, unprepared, uncouth males.
Unused to wode-painted fights without retreat.
This brave newly made world, where men never quailed
At any contention, where sense was renowned
For putting to flight any incitement, and walking
With head high in pride at all times was not found
In this place, he snorted, adjusted his golden torque
Flung on a cloak and stalked out muttering, untutored
Drunken and too young, these unsuitable men
Could never assess Celtic needs of the future
Nor would they be graced with his presence again.
It's amazing the things we see and feel in certain objects. How they can inspire and make us wonder. And you've penned a grand tribute here, another fine verse you've got in your porfolio Fay.
A wonderful tribute Fay, well versed
As always Fay, I enjoyed this informative and enlightening viewpoint of yours. A poem with class as always. A piece of eternity for those mentioned.
A very powerful piece of work with a solid theme..Love it Fay.
An interesting and enlightening piece on the Celtic Warriors Fay
celtics were great warriors thanks fay
Inspired piece Fay...the images you show through your words really come to life.
Well crafted poem depicting the old pride and present state is nice to read!
As ever you paint such a believable and well imagined portrait of the lost world of the proud Celts. Brilliant Fay! kath xxx