Hush the World and hush the Sun,
Tell the Ocean everybody is gone,
Three black stars and three white ways,
Tell the Drums what he says,
Gone our Brothers, gone our Family,
Gone our Home, gone our Country,
Hush the dark, hush the light,
Tell the Sky we lost the fight,
Gone our Sisters, gone our Fathers,
Gone our Land, gone our Mothers,
Hush the hope and hush the song,
Tell the Ocean everybody is gone.


I believe in Magic and Fantasy,
With Dragon, Mermaid and Fairy,
Where the Moon claim me for my Power,
In a World where we can be together,
Where the songs are not only in my Mind,
And where the Forests are so sublime,
And Emrys is here to save Albion,
The World and the King’s Son,
But the Dark Magic is always here,
Because there’s something in the Fear,
The Crystal Cave, the Prophetie so antic,
In my Land of Myth and time of Magic,
So, I help him, with my Powers and my Violin,
The Young Man, his name is… Merlin.

Twenty Four Moons

Twenty Four Moons, Twenty Four Days,
It is coming, like he says,
A time for Halloween, it’s time to know,
The Heaven above and the Hell below,
Twenty Four Moons but only two years,
The Nightmares begin and the name appears,
Finally, the Witching Hour, time for Magic,
I’m taking my Violin and I call Mick,
Twenty Four Moons, All Moons are red,
A Fractured Soul, when he was dead,
Twenty Four Books, Twenty Four Songs,
I don’t know what is right, what is wrong,
Twenty Four Moons, Twenty Four Months,
Two years of Death or Twenty Four Guns,
Twenty Four Dreams, Twenty Four Nightmares,
We are still alive, but nobody cares,
Twenty Four Moons, Twenty Four Dead,
I bury my heart, like you said,
It is our song, my Coven must know,
That I love you but it’s time to go.

Petites Strophes // Short Poems


Oh, the lovers near to the river, sitting,
Where I cry on her childbearing,
They’re happy when they’re embrace,
But, I want to stay in that place,
The one I never seen before,
The way along the Shamrock Shore.



In a land of myth and magic,
There was a boy named Mick,
He is not real, that why I,
Stay here and still cry,
I start to play and let fallin’,
My teardrops on my violin.



Amour rapide et peut-être le plus long,
Tout a changé après cette inclination,
Un an auparavant, j’ai posé mes yeux,
Dans les siens, cette immensité bleue,
Un an déjà, et désormais je suis partie,
Pour suivre mon cœur, grâce à lui.

20.03.18 pour le 1.04.18


Mais l’amour disparaît, la Mort l’emporte,
Et voilà que s’ouvre cette étrange porte,
Dans le black-out de la journée, je me noie,
L’ivresse m’étourdit, je pleure sur toi,
Amour rapide, mais désormais mort,
Un an après, je pleure sur toi, je pleure encore.

22.03.18 pour le 8.04.18


1878, au cœur de la vieille Angleterre,
Mais pour moi, c’était l’année dernière,
Quand l’Institut devint ma maison,
Je dansais au rythme de son violon,
Trop tôt parti par le Mal, on l’habilla,
D’ivoire, pour ceux qui ne vieilliront pas.



Pour sauver les gens il faut m’empêcher,
De m’attacher ainsi à leurs personnalités,
Comme celui qui fuit avec crainte,
S’échappant en groupe du labyrinthe,
Détruisant les Méchants pas si bons,
Mourant sans Remède durant l’invasion.



Tu ne peux te coucher près de moi,
Ni me toucher quand ça ne va pas,
Tu es présent, mais invisible aux yeux,
Des véritables gens et de tous ceux,
Qui me croient obsessionnelle,
Mais si seulement tu étais réel…



When I walk along the sea,
Mick always tries to save me,
When I cross the bridge, he says,
‘Don’t. Things gonna be good anyway.’
But I feel the sadness and the sorrow,
‘Mick, you should let me go.’



Au pays des danses et des chants,
Des musiques et des instruments,
Par-delà les collines, je m’en vais,
Au milieu du lac, je veux me noyer,
Quand soudain l’Enfer me rappelle,
Car rien n’est réel.



Moon of my Love, Love of my Moon,
Walk on the beach and I’ll see you soon,
You love me and I love you too,
But Hunters hunt as they must do,
My Witches Drums come and say,
‘You’ll be loved for Valentine’s Day’

07.02.19 for 14.02.19


Two years and twenty-four moons,
You was my love, you was my doom,
Because I was alone in the dark,
And my heart went from red to black,
Two years and twenty-five moons,
I’ll see you my love, I’ll see you soon.

Pour le 1er Avril 2019

Death #2

Death is two years old,
Two years without my soul,
Just one year, on my own,
When I walked in Laytown,
Good memories for that day,
But he’s still dead now, anyway.

Pour le 8 Avril 2019


When we are homeless, I can see,
The White Magic inside of me,,
Witches are awake and wolves are hunting,
Now, listen, my song is coming,
The moon is full, the sky is blue,
Don’t trust the rumors, trust the Truth.

When the Star is missing,
The Witch hour is coming,
Spirits and voices are all gone,
I’m in two Worlds but I must choose one,
So he comes, as a Pretty Reckless,
And says to me : « Claim Yourself ».

Between the Death and the Birth,
I hear the voice of Mamma Earth,
The Witches Drums, loud and clear,
I rise my wand and the moon appears,
We are Magic, the World must know,
We all can see, the Demons below.


A Limerick Poem

Aujourd’hui, un petit exercice Irlandais…
Eux aussi ont leur version des « Haïkus ». Un « Limerick » est un poème où la première, seconde et cinquième phrases ont la même rime et le même nombre de syllabes, allant de 7 à 10. La troisième et quatrième phrases ont la même rime, différente des autres, et où le nombre de syllabes peut aller de 5 à 7.
Pour plus d’infos, cliquer sur ce lien, pour avoir des exemples de Limericks.
Je me suis essayé à ce jeu et voici ce qui est sorti de mon cerveau…
Bonne lecture !

There was a clever boy called Mick,
An Irish man so sweet and kick,
When I fell in love,
He gave me a dove,
For our wedding in Limerick.

The bloody road of Renwez

When the fierce month of september came to try,
To depressing me, I’m cooking blueberry pie,
Drink a pint of beer and a Whiskey glass,
That’s a Paddy’s cure, watch your own ass.

Grab some popcorn and look the same movie,
In the town of Nice with man’s best friend Bibi,
Saluted mother dear, call me darling sister,
‘Cause it’s family’s tradition forever and ever.

’till, my spirit let’s fly toward the ocean side,
Then the Loctudy lighthouse is in my mind,
Oh, Brittany your awful home, let me tell ya,
You’re not the worst holidays than Corsica !

Drown in a creepy pool and a curse lake,
But if I dont’ know swim, it’s my mistake,
Scary, eerie, deadly stepmom hide the way,
If you’d don’t only listen, sorry I’ve to run away.

But, the mushrooms, I still remember, yes
When you played piano, I was so reckless,
Sis’ and you always understood each other,
‘Cause I was a cheater, stealer, so addict reader.

And I have no life, no lover to prove untrue,
I parked my car in the graveyard in a foggy dew,
I banished ghosts, goblins and one gnome,
In the bloody road of Renwez, your home.

All the bad are good, all the good are bad,
And my mate says « Ali, you look so sad »,
Juste ’cause my country kill me like my daddy,
Blood began to boil, I’ll escape this with Baby.

All on my own, I’ll go to the Brit Kingdom,
When any town in the North would be home,
In London starving or in Dublin, I cry,
I’d be better to die beneath an Irish sky.

Called meself a fool, but I can’t stay,
For an another unhappy bloody birthday,
Oh, glorious dead, in my dreams I go,
In Paddy’s Pud, I let out my sorrow,
Nightmares must end, the world must know,
We all depend on the devil below.

Happy Father’s Day

Our Father in heaven,
Is watching your five children,

See what the war did it to us,
Watch the beginning of the curse,
See my anger and my tears,
See all my dreams di­sappear,
Hear my voice and my cry,
And see my hopes all die.

See my blood and my life,
My weapons and your knife,
Inside me, see the Darkness,
See when I’m homeles­s,
Hear me howling at the moon,
Because the end come soon.

See when I feel so cold,
When the sun burn my World,
You know the North remember,
So, see the Devil on my shoulder,
And now, look at the skyfall,
This is the end, let me drown.

Today, it’s the Fath­er’s Day,
And, is how I should pray.