And the Darkness Looks at Me

The Red Mare rose from her bed
Starry flowers about her head
Through my mother’s hands
Awoke the Tula nan Trì
Into this house
Into this hearth
Our souls we keep
A poet’s dream
Summer winds
Fields of wheat
Water for sheep
She bids Gráinne to her side
When Bran’s wing covers my eyes
And the Darkness looks at me

 

(Photo credit to IceRedfiled on Pixabay.com)

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