Somewhere between history, present, and past, they lurk,
Just out of sight they lie awaiting animation on my inner eye these
Fables of wisdom, luminosity of ‘otherworld’ and even life itself.
Tales of unrequited love , heroism ,for there is only victor and vanished
Passion, revenge, matricide and children lost as pawns in love and war.
What can they offer us with their glossy patina of truth these
Legends of ‘otherness’ and difference vying for our loyalty?
Power in the tribe, safe within the fulcrum of reality and disbelief?
Somewhere between the thin places, they lie claiming life in invention
In the fulcrum binding myth, legend and spirited grudging acceptance.
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I loved the language in this piece, especially the line 'between the thin places'. Quite an evocative poem.
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