Scotland – Into the Unknown

They took the child

…stolen by Them, they said. They took the child.They always take the best.The youngest. The fairest.The happiest. The innocent. They took the child. Took it to the Sidhe, to the old hawthorn tree by the crossroads. From the cradle of linden and willow, to the cradle of blackthorn, gorse and heather. They took the child.Continue reading “They took the child”

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”

Lullaby

Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,The wind is cold in the highlands.Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,Love of the gods shall keep us. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,Soft is the bed of heather,Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,We are strong while we are together. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,May gods grant you theirContinue reading “Lullaby”

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”

Gift of a thistle

A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did ride,His face as white as the moonlight fine,His cloak all of satin rare. A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did findA maiden – hair of the blackest silk,And lips as the rosebuds fine. His heart rejoiced as he saw herContinue reading “Gift of a thistle”

The kelpie/ That’s what happens

That’s what happens to the bad boys. They vanish in the dark.They slip and fall.They think they canOutsmart the kelpie. That’s what happens to the bad boys. They wander without the light.They come too close to the edge.They think they canRide the kelpie. That’s what happens to the bad boys. They smile and laugh nearContinue reading “The kelpie/ That’s what happens”

Dark love of mine/Ailein Duinn

Oh dark love of mine,Does the water cradle youNow, where my arms cannot? Dark is the sea,And dark is my heart,For the water has taken my love. The sea has taken him,Taken him as a spouse,Tore him from my embrace. On a bed of seaweedMy love now sleeps,In the dark of the sea, His hairContinue reading “Dark love of mine/Ailein Duinn”