Monday 15 January 2007

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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