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.
writing in north norfolk 
Precious.
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She is! 😊
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Ohh this is so breathtakingly gorgeous, Kim! ❤️ I love the idea of one being “the grace of light, of each day dawning.” 😀
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Thank you so much, Sanaa!
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I love the way you are so precise in giving her a name… I do understand that with a name like that she will always be blessed.
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The only problem was when we moved from Ireland back to England, where most people couldn’t pronounce let alone spell Grainne, so now she goes by her middle name, Ellen. The funny thing is that I chose Ellen because of a beloved friend and then realised that we had a lot of Ellens and Nells in the ancestry on my mother’s side of the family (my grandmother and her mother for starters)!
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I’ve always pronounced it Granya but never known if that was correct.
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You’ve got it – with a long ‘ah’!
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The moon rising proud and bright … gorgeous! (and such a sweet face!)
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Thank you, Margaret – and she’s grown into a wonderful woman and a great mother.
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This has given me goosebumps, Kim. Such a lyrical and deeply moving poem of love.
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Thank you, Kerry. You should see her now – and she’s a brilliant mum.
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Such a tender poem
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Thank you so much, Jae.
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My daughter is going to turn 16 in a couple of days, and I couldn’t help but feel this sweet poem extra deeply today.
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Thanks Rommy. 16 is a big milestone. Wish her happy birthday from me and have a great day!
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Love this sweet poem.
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Thank you, Vicki.
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What a beautiful poem about a beautiful name for a beautiful daughter. I’m sure she will love it!
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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A child is a mystery like the moon rising. A sweet tribute. I am wondering what ele is.
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😊
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I love the first two lines best, the way they create a perfect canvas of dark and light, and how said canvas illuminates the arrival of the child… who makes everything else much brighter by just being.
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And now she has a child of her own and I get to experience the magic all over again.
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“….a magical child in a landscape green and wild….” How enchanting. And what a beautiful child, and photo. Magical indeed!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Beautifully rendered — it’s so gorgeous with its evoked emotions and imagery. This song is indeed magical. 🙂
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😁
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Breathtaking! I love her name as well. Granya is how I pronounce with the ah sound. Such a lovely child. She looks like you in your baby pictures. Having never had children (or wanted them), I am amazed at the love and light in this poem.
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Thank you, Toni!
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What a dreamy direction you went in, with this piece … lovely, linger-worthy words.
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Thank you, Wendy!
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Beautiful kid picture, Kim, and a nice poem. I failed to get all the meaning here as I could not find the meaning of “ēlē” as pertains to the Celtic. We have a great granddaughter named “Elle” but I feel this is not a name.
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Ellen, originally a variant form of Helen, comes from the Greek root ēlē, meaning light, torch or bright’.
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Beautiful, Kim. I was going to ask you what ēlē was…but I see the answer in the comments. Lovely!
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Thank you, Viv!
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absolutely beautiful
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Kim
Much💛🌻💛love
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Thank you, Gillena. Much love to you. Wishing you a great week.
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That is a lovely name…
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Thanks Rajani.
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Beautiful name for a beautiful child.
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🙂
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What a beautiful child and such wonderful name…
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Thank you, Susie. Not a child now but a mother herself.
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Sometimes the seasonal hemisphere differences can be challenging to grasp.
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