Talismans

When I was 16 and gotten beaten up badly in two fights,
my mother, a Celtic wicca of sorts made me a Celtic Shield Knot Talisman to protect and strengthen me.

And she said now you won’t lose anymore fights. Even bullies won’t be able to beat you up.

Maybe it was the power of belief, but she was
right. After I wore the talisman around my neck,
I fought the two bullies who had beaten me up
at the same time and easily kicked the crap out of them.

But when I came up against a bully named
Casey O’Reilly, he dropped me with a single
punch. We made friends after that and he
confided in me that he had a Celtic Shield
Knot Talisman too.

But his had a preserved 4 leaf clover in the center of it,
which I concluded must have given him more luck in the fight with me.

Me and Casey became best buddies after that.
When we graduated from high school
Casey joined the Marines. I joined the Air Force.

Casey got sent to Viet Nam. I got sent to Germany.
I came back untouched by war, never in any combat.
Casey came back in a body bag despite
his 4 leaf clover Celtic Shield Knot Talisman.

To this day I don’t know what went wrong,
unless the Viet Cong who shot him to death
had one of those powerful Vietnamese
Numismatic Talismans.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd