Cailleach, the Celtic winter queen,
atop the Cliffs of Moher, her domain
the time from Samhainn to Bealltainn,
strikes the ground with her frosty staff,
freezing the tops of hill and mountain.
From her creel drop curious stones
carved with magic, the ancient bones
of her husbands and her many children,
promises of fertile field and glen
when winter’s iron is finally gone.
Kim M. Russell, 15th January 2020
Today Rommy makes her debut hosting Weekly Scribblings, with one of her favourite topics – mythology. She asks us to craft our pieces around the idea of a mythological time or place. Her challenge is open to both poetry and prose pieces (fiction or non-fiction), keeping prose 369 words or fewer.