I think most of the meter counting, was performed ...far after the dust settled, and the blood soaked into the ground...for, in those days, 'poetry' was taken quite seriously!
It was spoken, as a language among the bards. It became the harlot of the nobles, but not in the great and mysterious forests of the Na Gailt heil(Gael). It wasn't a 'treat' to be dished up for 'the delighted'.
It was cosmic, and sonorous...and rattling of the foundations of time and space! It could bend dimensions and open 'dur ways'! It was a secret of 'the learned', and in those days 'the learned', were harnessed to a trust, has been forgot...in the hoary mythrical's of time.
Now, in this time, most of 'the tooth' of poetry, has been excised...and our modern, so called 'poets', are but 'dentured' supposer's of the true art, or 'art of truth', what have you.
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Druid, google art
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