Gods seen through splinters

This is an attempt to express both the nature of the Gods, through imagery and the impossibility of fully descibing them.

Gods seen through splinters

Aengus Óg is a wisp of red silk

 on a tablecloth of crocheted lace 

 with sparkling champagne in elegant flutes 

Morrigan is a stain of Rowan

 berries crushed blood-red into virgin snow

 by the outspread wing of a fallen crow

Áine is the burnished glow

 of a golden vessel on a marble hearth,

 reflecting the embered glow of the fire 

Cliona is the the taste of salt 

 on a breeze that whips up from the west 

 at twilight on a summers eve 

Chrom Dubh is the rocky outcrop

 on the hill above Lough Dan

 where froaghaon berries grow late under a pale blue sky

Dagda is the Waterfall 

 the silent noise of power 

 the inexorable progress of gravity 

Dana is the soft springy moss 

 between children's toes on a turf-grown plain 

 bog-cotton gaily growing amid rough grasses 

Mannanán is the slice of reeds on sand dunes

 unexpected sharpness against the bleached white

 of shells and bones and smooth round stones. 

 Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

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