Beneath the hazels in the pool,

where speckled salmon turned about himself,

in the water mirror silvered smooth,

he looked and saw his love

among a flock of swans,

white wings beating,

rising from a moonlit lake,

and in his madness fled

where feathered sleep would never find

him, nor the sun

at morning break, and time and tides

had ceased to run.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

10 thoughts on “Aengus”

  1. Mythology likes swans or likes to use them. I’m reminded of Zeus transforming himself to get whom we wants. The story of Aengus is much more interesting, more so because of the way you tell it with loss, madness, and nature intertwining.

    1. Zeus is one of my pet hates in mythology. Yes, poor Leda. Poor Europa too. He was a real salopard as we say over here. Women (men too sometimes) in Irish mythology often turn into swans, either by an enchantment or to escape from unwanted attentions. They usually have the power to change themselves back again. Handy. Aengus was a sad case, but look at his childhood!

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