A CELTIC FRAME OF MIND
I’ve often seen fairy wee people
In my Celtic frame of mind.
Dryads who English say Egads
To leprechaun gold they can’t find.
Teenage sylphs with gossamer wings
And curmudgeon gnomes of old
My second sight gives me a fright
From things in landscapes I behold.
From my ecstatic sight of aeromancy
I often see ghost ships sail in the sky
Upon the waters of sea foam fancy
I see water undines trying to fly.
I see myself as sunlight in dewdrops
And as a hawk circling far above
I walk on the moon in the astral plane;
Fly into eternity with the morning dove.
You might say I have a rogue imagination
Englishmen might describe as “feigh”
Either way it doesn’t bother me one iota
What the unimaginative people have to say.
@2026 Sai Grafio