Fire of the Gaels!
‘She is every woman
who struggles for survival
in a world of prisons
of one form or another.
Her stories, etched on the
landscapes of the universe.
She is the mouth
of the Blackwater,
the secrets of the Alder,
the writing on the caves
and the shedder of light.
She is the blueprints
of the past,
the wishes of the unborn,
the spirit of the crops
and the heat of the sun
bursting on buds.
Shes the midges on the lough,
the guardian of the wells,
the bones of the earth
and the ties that bind
by spirit and blood.
Shes the songs sung so often
renewed on the lips of the young.
Her tongue fiery can cut like an axe
or sooth like a lullaby.
She is goddess of the people,
the fire on the hills.
Shes the shadow on the stones
glinting on river beds.
The breath of a new morning,
and a beacon in the night.
She is every woman.
She is Aine,
fire of the gaels.’
Fire of the Gaels is © Aine Mac Aodha, all rights reserved. The poem was first published in Argotistonline
One response to “‘Fire of the Gaels’ by Aine Mac Aodha”
I love the divine feminine wisdom principle in humanity anyway, but Aine, your work is beautifully organic and I may say, elemental besides. It’s a remarkably strong Irishness that emerges, always.
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