I love when mist rolls in to kiss
This wild West rugged shore,
And Atlantic waves come crashing off the sea.
Seagulls screech like long lost souls,
Above this shrouded land,
Where the passage of time, could never be.
Shadowy shapes from the grey escape;
And flicker just beyond my eyes,
As if tempting me to join them in their dance,
Dé Danann and the Fir Bolg ?
In their first battle of Mag Tuired?
Diarmuid and Gráinne, sadly in their lost romance?
I feel their time; although it is not mine
Like Oisin, I have an urge to go,
And reside within the soul womb of that place.
I mark my steps, then hesitate,
Like trying to hold a shadow in my hand,
It draws me but just stays out of reach,
Dé Danann and the Fir Bolg
First battle of Mag Tuired
Diarmuid and Gráinne,
The above are all references to events in Irish Mythology
Picture: CLIODNA of the fair hair, in Celtic mythology she is the Goddess of the Sea, the Afterlife, and as the Celtic Aphrodite, a Goddess of Beauty. One of the Tuatha de Danann, resides in Tir Taingaire, the Land of Promise, an Otherworld where there is no violence or death.
© Fingleton (januar 2017) (Löst Viking)