Return To Cork

 

Would you come with me
back over salt sown miles,
tears , sea water
to where
my blood is housed
beneath the mound
of Oghma?

Would you ply me with Uisce Beatha,
the water of life,
as mine slips lower,
let me sing of old things,
silly things,
allow me to tell each red haired maiden
how lovely she is?

Would you lay me down knowing
I'd never rise again?
Place my wasted bones
on a Rowan branch
and keen me a love song
in the old way,
in Gods' own tongue,
that I could take with me
into the earth?

For if these words of love
you speak to me
are true...
Then you could do no less
and I could ask
no other.

Reviews

[Shellie]

Its quite nice. I like the lilting tone you use. But what is Oghma???????

[Kelly Rainwater]

This is a beautiful piece of writing. I've just read a few others of yours and I'm quite impressed. I'm glad I stumbled upon your work.

[Jaffa Forbes]

Really good. It builds up majestically to the last stanza when everything is explained.
beautiful
jaff