Tales of the Womb: An Morrigan We all have battles to wage. We all carry swords. Our blood is the blood of the ancient ones. From the first moment the inkling of life has been born, the life long battle begins. We fight. We overcome. We remain. Growing deep inside, fighting our way through theContinue reading “Tales of the Womb: An Morrigan”
Category Archives: prose
Y Wyllt
Book 1. CyledrChapter one Cyledr awoke with a start, his hair and forehead drenched with sweat. The dream haunted him for months, and no amount of spiced wine could ward it off. He tried rising up, but his body felt numb and strangely uncontrolled, as if he were a children’s toy, bound to obey theContinue reading “Y Wyllt”
Be wary
“…little is known of the Fair Folk, although the old tales endure through all times. In the age of popular doubt and imminent technical progress the ancient superstitions survive and thrive, and it is not quite clear how and why. What is now called whimsical and fancy, once held sway over the minds and souls.Continue reading “Be wary”
Vargsangen/ Hodr
Vargen ylar i nattens skog(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)Han vill men kan inte sova(He wants to, but cannot sleep)Hungern river i hans varga buk(The hunger tears his wolven stomach)Och det är kallt i hans stova(And it’s cold in his burrow) Du varg du varg, kom inte hit(Wolf, wolf, don’t youContinue reading “Vargsangen/ Hodr”
Hampton Court/ The ghosts
They are everywhere. The gallery, the halls, the stairs. They whisper, they call out, they shout. The ghosts. Worried, troubled, anxious, nervous- paler than the moonlight. Agitated, excited, bereft, mournful- locked in time. The ones now gone. ‘You need not have come, you shall be in trouble’ , says the hushed voice. ‘He shall seeContinue reading “Hampton Court/ The ghosts”
Fionn
Táim réidh, Fionn. ‘ Sure, are ya? ‘ he smiles, broadly, mischievously. ‘Ready?’ ‘Take me there. Take me home’. ‘Erin’s home now?’ He exclaims, amused. ‘ I thought Wales was, leannán’. His green eyes twinkling, he pulls me up into the saddle. ‘Only teasing, leannán. Only teasing. We, gardai, have no home except the oneContinue reading “Fionn”
The Goddess
Dark is the skin of the Earth goddess. Finer than silks, shimmering like diamonds in the snow, golden glow filling each pore. Dark is her hair, all ebony and mahogany, sloe berries and richest earth. Dark are her lips, sweeter than cherries, blood red and moist, her teeth – whiter than the whitest dove. DarkContinue reading “The Goddess”
You are mine/Godspouse
You are mine.You’ll always will be, wherever you go. You’re mine.You’d do well to remember it. You’re mine.I am your fifty shades, your personal darkness. You’re mine.I am your brightest light, your redemption. You’re mine.I am your chainbreaker, your sword. You’re mine.I am the one who turns the pride to dust. You’re mine.I crush, IContinue reading “You are mine/Godspouse”
Cauldron born/Taliesin
From the cauldron he rises, tall and proud, his brow alight with stars. In his eyes – the wisdom of ages, his arms – like raven wings, catching the wind. From the cauldron he rises, distant yet close, stern yet soft, like candlelight in winter. In his eyes – the ages of knowing, his hairContinue reading “Cauldron born/Taliesin”
Gwion Bach/ Hanes Taliesin
…and she chose a young boy by the name of Gwion Bach to tend the cauldron, and an old blind man called Mordda, to keep the flame… That’s how the legend goes; but be aware of legends, for they can cloud the judgement and their ways are of the morning mist, that creeps from nowhereContinue reading “Gwion Bach/ Hanes Taliesin”
Into the Unknown 