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The Three Hulats

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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 the 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

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winston plowes

Tue 5th Jun 2012 23:33

well read John

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 22nd May 2012 15:06

Reminded of Shakespeare's three witches when I'm not confounded by an image of hula skirts!!

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Martin Peacock

Tue 22nd May 2012 10:12

Liked this very much, JC. Good rhythm, paced, and not knowing what a hulat is, tres intriguing! [by the way a jerk and a twist works best for me.]

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John Coopey

Mon 21st May 2012 21:04

"The Three Hulats" is a pub in Leeds. The name intrigued me - it isn't in my Concise Oxford!
I do now know what one is, although I prefer the inference I give the word in this poem.

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