Air too grey
between ditch and tree bough,
gone the sun.
We hear the rushing tide,
the dark night roaring that swallows the stars
and we shut our ears to winter’s song.
Through rain and streamwater
Danu’s children watch
with cold misty blue eyes
a summer world
of kestrels’ wings.
The world shrinks,
colour of water,
blossom chased into the past
like empty husks in the icy steppes.
I close my eyes, my ears, the shutters tight,
that the lilting wind melody
lull to sleep
the children of the mist,
and, their laughter ending,
the tide turn its ebb into the dark
to flow bright with summer kestrels’ wings
for we who cower beneath mortal skies.
12 thoughts on “Danu’s children pass”
I really enjoyed this it has an elfin feel to it 🌹💜💜
I’m glad you like this. I erased a longer poem and found that the new one reminded me of the riding of the fairy folk so I worked it up a bit more.
Yes it’s lovely, you obviously got a similar feel for it 💜
That’s fairies for you. Sneak in everywhere 🙂
Especially when you are distracted 🤭
I really like this–I hadn’t thought fairies as much as simply an ancient, mystical feel (so could be fairies). 🙂
I’m glad you like this. It’s a sort of collage poem with embroidery 🙂
There’s fairies and fairies. Irish fairies are people-sized, just magical people, and they don’t have wings so yes, ancient and mystical, no gossamer 🙂
Ahh—yes. Got it! 🙂
Definitely myth and magic. And I love your definition “collage poem with embroidery” (well of course I would) (K)
I might try a few more like this. No scissors and paper, just scraps of old poems and a few threads of new.