Poem: The bitterness of Étaín

I don’t want to go with you, light of the moon. I have been passed from hand to hand, a ring forged from the heart of a star. At night, …

Poem: Midhir speaks to Fuamnach

Remember how we watched the ebb tide steal the white shells from the shore? Yes, we were one, then, when the moon forged a silver searoad on the clamorous waves. …

Poem: The Dream of Caer

You want to be found on your lonely lake, and so you close your eyes and rise from yourself to walk in another’s dream. You don’t forget   your harp, …

Poem: The Dream of Aonghus

Aonghus pined for that dream: the woman with her harp, her soaring voice that spun songs from the spindle of the Otherworld. He thirsted for sleep just to see her, …

Poem: The Last Leaf

You know that story: We read it in high school English. An artist languishes on her couch one bleak season, waiting for the last leaf on the wall vine to …

Poem: Airmid’s Cloak

Over the grave of your griefs, you assemble every cure: That shy plant in the shadow of the fern, the unexpected kind word, a twisted root, an open palm cupping …

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