We set up camp on the island,
with fires and poteen to warm
our skin and the cockles
of our hearts. We danced
to the rhythm of the bodhran,
sang along to guitars and fiddles,
and the rise and fall of uillean
pipes’ plaintive songs.
The faeries all but laughed at our
night-befores and morning-afters,
lingering headache hangovers
of mortal life that began as water
gushing and ended as bubbles
at the bottom of the lake
that burst and dispersed our troubles,
charmed away by Tir na Nog.
On the shore there were sparkles
of light, fading memories
that melted like snow.
Where did they go?
Kim M. Russell, 17th May 2021
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Voyage to the Otherworld
Brendan says that, “as with myth and dream, modernity has almost lost its Otherworld. The language of wonder and flight is paltry and dry. As the Earth becomes haunted of vanishing life, so the everteeming Ocean is a faded, seldom and flickering place. Change is inexorable; ghosts and monsters abound. But all is not done. Thanks to mediums in the earthweal community, we can return to the Otherworld hidden in this one, find renewal and gifts for the tribe through ripened songs of it. That is this week’s challenge.”