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THE THREE HULATS

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Prompted by a pub in Leeds of the same name.  It is more intriguing not to know what they are.

 

One for vengeance, one for blood

Watching, waiting, ever still;

By a pulsing body stood,

Hooded, The Three Hulats.

 

Two for Death and two for Life

Dancing in between those scales;

Arbiters of Pain and Strife,

Grinning, The Three Hulats.

 

Three to row our very souls

Over waters, over dreams:

Burning in the heat of coals,

Richer, The Three Hulats.

 

From cradled in our birthing shawl

To buried in our resting pall

As crows they watch our rise and fall,

Hooded, grinning, richer all,

Then vanished. The Three Hulats

◄ THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS DO

AND SO THIS IS BREXIT 2 ►

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John Coopey

Wed 23rd Dec 2020 15:55

It’s rather disappointing to know what a hulat is, MC. It’s a bit like being told how a magician does his trick - the magic is gone. I could tell you but then they might come for you.
And thankyou for the Like, Stephen G.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 23rd Dec 2020 15:15

This brings to mind my late mother's comment about things coming
in threes. I prefer the "two's company...three's a crowd" scene myself.
P.S. What's a "Hulat"? Can't find it in my dictionary of phrase and fable. A Hulda, yes (goddess of marriage and fecundity) - but no
Hulat.
So - it's Hulat...whodat?

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John Coopey

Wed 23rd Dec 2020 08:37

Thanks, Paul. Janice, wasn’t it? I’ll give it foive.

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John Coopey

Wed 23rd Dec 2020 00:16

Thankyou, Stephen. I don't like to get too typecast.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 22nd Dec 2020 22:50

Sounds like the bar staff at my local ?. A change to your usual stuff, and a darkly superb offering it is!

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