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“The Taranis Cèilidh by Stewart Stafford Lightning's jagged spear, Burning the horizon bright, Silhouetting empty tables, No picnics by the waterside. Waves sloshed against jetties, A displaced bath on all sides, Flailing tree chorus genuflected, To the foaming vat beside them. The roar of the gale rose and fell, Tempest's tongue agitated potently, Leaves surrendered in droves to it, Sleep deepened in the storm's fury. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The Taranis Cèilidh by Stewart Stafford
Lightning's jagged spear,
Burning the horizon bright,
Silhouetting empty tables,
No picnics by the waterside.
Waves sloshed against jetties,
A displaced bath on all sides,
Flailing tree chorus genuflected,
To the foaming vat beside them.
The roar of the gale rose and fell,
Tempest's tongue agitated potently,
Leaves surrendered in droves to it,
Sleep deepened in the storm's fury.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.