fionn mac cumhaill – Into the Unknown

Milk and honey

Milk and honey.Gold on white. A cup for BraintA bowl for the Tylwyth teg. Milk and honey.Whispers on the wind. Sage and rosemary,Anise and lavender. A cup for CerridwenA bowl for the Fair folk. Broom and meadowsweetGold on pale pink A cup for BlodeueddA loaf of bread for Lleu. Mead and silver,Wine and amber, AContinue reading “Milk and honey”

Fionn’s song

You cannot survive in a field of thorns, being a dandelion.You have to become a thorn. You cannot survive in a field of thistles, being a rose.You have to become a thistle. You cannot survive in a joust, being a damsel in distress.You have to become an armored knight. You cannot survive among the swordsContinue reading “Fionn’s song”

Water prayer

Where the waters flow,My heart is.Drifting on the waves,Asleep,I.follow the voice of the sea. Where the blues become greys,To change into silver,Merging into golden green,There the voiceIs the loudest. Where the shallow becomes deep,I become oneWith the water,Vanishing in its embrace,Floating underneath. Where the greens turn brown,To reflect the lightJust to take it in,I comeContinue reading “Water prayer”

I am the wind on the sea/ Fionn

I am the wind on the seaThe ninth wave,The greenest of hills. I am the battle crowThe cry in the nightThe swiftest of blows. I am the keeper of wisdomThe deepest of poolsThe brightest lightning. I am the sentinel of truthThe Leader of leadersThe fastest of arrows. I am the torch in the darkThe sharpestContinue reading “I am the wind on the sea/ Fionn”

For I am Fionn

Where the others might findPeace in solitude,Where the others might seePerfection in comfort,I’ll find solace in battle,For I am Fionn. Where the others might wishFor a quiet life,Where the others might knowThe bliss of love,I’ll find solace in battle,For I am Fionn. Where the others might swearTheir loyalty to the king,Where the others might giveTheirContinue reading “For I am Fionn”

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”