In the darkness of a November night,
the autumn moon rose proud and bright,
and so did you, my magical child,
in a landscape green and wild.
You were my ēlē every morning,
the grace of light, of each day dawning,
the most beautiful in Celtic lore,
Gráinne, beloved, a mythical flower.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd March 2019
My poem for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Nomenclature, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
I’m hosting this weekend’s mini challenge, which was inspired by a visit to the Natural History Museum in London and a wander round the Cocoon in the Darwin Centre: it’s a huge space dedicated to the collecting and naming of new species.
Some of the names given to flora and fauna are little poems on their own and I was intrigued by the ways scientists choose names for their discoveries; which is why, this week, we are writing new poems about how we have named things and people.