Consanguine Salmagundi

August 14, 2010
By olive94 GOLD, Hanover, Maryland
olive94 GOLD, Hanover, Maryland
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The roots of my ancestors move deeper into my skin,
Like fingertips in the very soil of my life,
Irish rebellion enkindling emotions with the power of the Feinan Revolution,
Heart stretched wide like a Bird of Thunder,
But in a constant quarrel against my brain, a spirit of Sura and Baya,
Goals reaching high, the expectations of a cloud-eating jackal,
Well grounded, a Moss Maiden,
A voodoo enchantment with the freedom of life.
The roots of my ancestors toss the soul of a salmagundi.

The author's comments:
I used old stories from my childhood that all branch to my ancestry and my geneology. All the folklore and myths I heard as a young kid from family members now became an influence in this poem.

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on Sep. 11 2010 at 2:30 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"il piu nell' uno," (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)

"Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality" ~Emily Dickinson

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"
~Kahlil Gibran

I confess to not knowing any of the mythological stories to which you're referring. But I still think this is a great poem; it's a very interesting idea. Our ancentry is what composes the beginning of our story!


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