The Celtic sea /
Hither and come in my silver boat earrings and wild hair
Reading Tristan and iseult in the border worlds
The painted little gypsy wagon by these periwinkle seas
Our long journey back to where we came from
The woodcuts are framed of sirens and alknost
I too am replete with birdsong that will make you forget yourself
Time too will be a map from where we are standing to a dreamed of horizon
Beauty has its proportions and meets us where we will it
The sea is casting its lot round our fingers
We are diviners of all wild magic and all fertile creativity here
Like that boy I married before you, I see with my own eyes
No one will come for us now in the new world we made of our ingenuity
fitzroy herbert
Sat 18th Mar 2023 10:00
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
I recently read somewhere someone say.. the Enlightenment was not about light at all. And should have been called The Endarkenment..
While the Dark Ages were not dark at all, but shining with all kinds of Light...