Lugh

In honour of the day - Happy Lughnasadh


Lugh
sitting in golden splendour
belly full and mead sweetened
Look down on these my friends,
my clan, my people
my tuatha and my Tir
Lugh, let sweet mellow days
be their fill, and all the ripe
beauty of your season
leaven the approach of winter
with cider-apple and harvest
and plenty
and love.

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Lugh Among the People

Lughnasadh

Lugh among the people.

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Deliberate, in measured steps,

approaching the great circle

leading the people to pray, with the sound of brass trumpets;

Priest or Poet, calling us each to his own, filling our hearts

with the beat of a bodhrán and the sound of the pipes made of thorn

I am the dancer, lost in the rhythm of nature, dancing on the edge

of the world, swinging out over chasms of infinity

lit only by the icecold stars.

Singing a song I heard somewhere

mourning the loss of a woman

of infinite love. I am the Creator of words.

I am the Fiddler. I am the moment when Summer ends,

yet still the sun beats down and the Earth yields.

I am the paradox, of Autumn beginning.

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