I should be doing something completely different but my mind is on an Irish legend I’m working up into a retelling. This is a poem that has come out of my procrastinations.
A snow white gull she made him,
And he followed where she led
Across the waves until she plunged,
Come after me, she said.
In the watery realm of the sea king,
He had wealth of every kind,
And he forgot the earthly love
That he had left behind.
In a green sea cave she laid him down
And whispered her honeyed words
That made him forget the sun and moon
And the spring song of the birds.
Until he raised his eyes to the shallows
Where the sun lit up the day
And sent to the deep green sea cave
A single golden ray.
Gold as his loved one’s flowing hair,
Cold silvered his heart with frost,
And all the tears in the ocean
Could not bring back what he had lost.