Adagio for Strings
My heart that soared and climbed
To other realms of fantasy
That longs to find the answers
To everything
To dream those endless dreams
To drift in waves of oceans
Of oneness complete
And really know
In pools of beautiful thought
Transport my soul
Where heaven will be
And let me be
© Mary Cecil
The Golden Hare
Where wild flowers cling
And heather sweetly grows
The magic hare reclines
With fur of glowing gold
His spirit of quiet magnificence
In lands of legends born
Where unicorns are dreamt of
And fairies sport in human form
To catch a fleeting glimpse
Against the burning sky
A moment in a lifetime
A flash of mystery goes by
Where came his golden sheen
That gift from other realms
To add a glowing wonder
Hidden in the ferns
So swift he flees
With graceful lops he leaps
Transporting us to mystical lands
To dream of when we sleep
© Mary Cecil
Rathlin Island
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Written for Master Daire James Mc Faul of Rathlin Island
so wild the seas that flow,
Around his island home
Gently slept a baby,
Waiting to be born
Dreaming in his world,
Where perfection waits to be
A Raghery boy is made,
To cross the wildest sea
Generations of hardy men,
Created in his bones
A harmony of oceans,
With men from island homes
So sleep and dream your days,
The tides will wait for you
To carry you ever onwards,
Towards your faithful crew
And you will lay your anchor,
As generations before
Where your footsteps lead you,
Beside the beckoning shore
8th December 2014
© Mary Cecil
Mystic Days
I see you, a shadow in my mind,
Like a half remembered dream,
Drifting in the periphery
Of my consciousness
I glimpse you in the sunlight,
Like a song floating in the air
That cannot be captured,
Yet so sweetly enraptures me
My mind hesitates,
To escape the illusion of you
Your un-summoned presence,
That embraces my heart
Until again you vanish,
Like petals in the wind
The turbulence in your wake,
Tearing the tranquillity of my reverie
Yet stay my sweet
In my loving longings,
That we again can be,
In our world together
© Mary Cecil
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Mary Cecil is the mother of large family and Grandmother to eleven. The widow of Rathlin Island’s famous campaigner, diver, author (Harsh winds of Rathlin) Thomas Cecil. Lover of Rathlin Island, Northern Ireland’s only inhabited island. Mary enjoys community development and current events. She has been writing poetry for several years. Enjoys writing a variety of poems, spiritual, war, romantic, protest and nature. Keen to compose more poems based on Rathlin Island’s myths & legends. She worked in owning andmanaging tourist facilities both on and off Rathlin Island. Public Appointment as Lay Member, The Appropriate Authority, Criminal Legal Aid Board .
Chris Murray 