PLEROMA

(rearranged creative piece)

“In twilight, in the soul’s own realm,

storm of the world roaring on roundabout,

in her stone-wrought church

safe I abide

with Morrigan the Great;

the dreaming fire inside

***

When thrice lightning strikes

this ancient queen appears

speaking plain, no device

the cyclic prose of years

***

She is Ernmas, as she is Danu:

sun king’s twin, born of wakeful dark.

river, ocean, logos,

death and mother of the gods.

Listen child, though she seem fearsome;

what she speaks is

truth that never harms.”

1

‘Nothing has changed

Nothing forever lost,

Un-arisen

Unceasing

Ceaseless flow

2

‘so, come now with me,

aloft on the winds of night,

To the house of birth,

Beloved one,

we’ll go.

3

The hours of thy pain,

as a whirlwind in summer grass

they will vanish off,

and living breath

return.

4

There are new fruits and silver vessels waiting

No absence of bright mirth

No weariness abiding

There shall your old eyes be reopened.

5

Come with me,

Your pale heart now be lifted up,

To the world of youth,

O beloved one,

We’ll go.

6

All that you can imagine is there waiting

Palaces of flowers,

Fragrant wooded bowers

Jewels stream from the boughs in sparkling splendour

7

The voice of the wind

hymns sighing on a perfumed breath

There, night and day follow on a single thought

8

Come now with me

On my wings towards the sacred sky

To emptiness that is fullness

Return

9

As the world wheel rolls on

To the hub housed in Heaven’s realm

O, beloved one,

Come with me

Return

10

Leave aside now aches enduring

Away with age and anguish

Come, beloved

To the world of youth

We’ll go.’