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October 30, 2012
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Samhain ~ and a few poems
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Shamain ~ and a few poems: Samhain ~ meaning end of Summer for pagan followers, which I love, denouncing the end of Summer ~ prounounced, sowen, symbol, black cat, Ja...
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Shamain ~ and a few poems
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Shamain ~ and a few poems: Samhain ~ meaning end of Summer for pagan followers, which I love, denouncing the end of Summer ~ prounounced, sowen, symbol, black cat, Ja...
Samhain ~ and a few poems
Samhain ~ meaning end of Summer for pagan followers, which I love, denouncing the end of Summer ~ prounounced, sowen, symbol, black cat, Jack o lamtern, bat, ghost and moon~
Oidhche, Halloween, Hallows, third harvest.
Darker night are ahead. A time when the veil is thinist and a time to visit our ancestors through various modes of divination.
Associated stones for Samhain, can be Obsidian, Black Onyx and my favourite Amethyst
AmerginAmergin of the Milesians, the first Celtic tribe of Ireland. Amergin was the chief of eight , by legend, the conquerors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Amergin was a druid poet of supernatural ability.
Amergin's Challenge
I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag* of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars*
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon* of wisdom
Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
LunaLosing shadows that follow from these troubled acresis hard going at times.When it�s those same shadowsyou seek to understandwhat it all came down to.Three in the morning brings relief;nature is more calmer and coolsto a creaking lullaby.Some birds sleep sound.The urban onesblether through the night.The moon solemnly gives ordersto orchestrate the night crawlerson missions. She casts shadowsin dimly lit corners of the globe.She�ll never be the sun,blitzing the crops, warmingthe shadows.But she�ll always be the catalyst,calling you back to the past.
By Aine MacAodha
first published in Thre Argotist Online.
Mise EireTalk to me of bogs,of blankets on the land.Talk to me of mythsyou have at your command.Tell me of Cu Chulainn,the hero hound of Ulster,the battles of the Tain Boand the warriors of Munster,the progress of the firbolgs.The De danaans on the hillremind me of our legendsof folklore through the quill.Talk to me of forests,of flora and fauna there.Talk to me of mountainsin Tyrone and in Kildare.Tell me now of the futureof equality in the land.Speak to me of serenity,so the tribes can understand
(C) Aine MacAodha
Oidhche, Halloween, Hallows, third harvest.
Darker night are ahead. A time when the veil is thinist and a time to visit our ancestors through various modes of divination.
Associated stones for Samhain, can be Obsidian, Black Onyx and my favourite Amethyst
AmerginAmergin of the Milesians, the first Celtic tribe of Ireland. Amergin was the chief of eight , by legend, the conquerors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Amergin was a druid poet of supernatural ability.Amergin's Challenge
I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag* of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars*
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon* of wisdom
Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
LunaLosing shadows that follow from these troubled acresis hard going at times.When it�s those same shadowsyou seek to understandwhat it all came down to.Three in the morning brings relief;nature is more calmer and coolsto a creaking lullaby.Some birds sleep sound.The urban onesblether through the night.The moon solemnly gives ordersto orchestrate the night crawlerson missions. She casts shadowsin dimly lit corners of the globe.She�ll never be the sun,blitzing the crops, warmingthe shadows.But she�ll always be the catalyst,calling you back to the past.
By Aine MacAodha
first published in Thre Argotist Online.
Mise EireTalk to me of bogs,of blankets on the land.Talk to me of mythsyou have at your command.Tell me of Cu Chulainn,the hero hound of Ulster,the battles of the Tain Boand the warriors of Munster,the progress of the firbolgs.The De danaans on the hillremind me of our legendsof folklore through the quill.Talk to me of forests,of flora and fauna there.Talk to me of mountainsin Tyrone and in Kildare.Tell me now of the futureof equality in the land.Speak to me of serenity,so the tribes can understand(C) Aine MacAodha
Shamain ~ and a few poems
Samhain ~ meaning end of Summer for pagan followers, which I love, denouncing the end of Summer ~ prounounced, sowen, symbol, black cat, Jack o lamtern, bat, ghost and moon~
Oidhche, Halloween, Hallows, third harvest.
Darker night are ahead. A time when the veil is thinist and a time to visit our ancestors through various modes of divination.
Associated stones for Samhain, can be Obsidian, Black Onyx and my favourite Amethyst
AmerginAmergin of the Milesians, the first Celtic tribe of Ireland. Amergin was the chief of eight , by legend, the conquerors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Amergin was a druid poet of supernatural ability.
Amergin's Challenge
I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag* of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars*
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon* of wisdom
Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
LunaLosing shadows that follow from these troubled acresis hard going at times.When it�s those same shadowsyou seek to understandwhat it all came down to.Three in the morning brings relief;nature is more calmer and coolsto a creaking lullaby.Some birds sleep sound.The urban onesblether through the night.The moon solemnly gives ordersto orchestrate the night crawlerson missions. She casts shadowsin dimly lit corners of the globe.She�ll never be the sun,blitzing the crops, warmingthe shadows.But she�ll always be the catalyst,calling you back to the past.
By Aine MacAodha
first published in Thre Argotist Online.
Mise EireTalk to me of bogs,of blankets on the land.Talk to me of mythsyou have at your command.Tell me of Cu Chulainn,the hero hound of Ulster,the battles of the Tain Boand the warriors of Munster,the progress of the firbolgs.The De danaans on the hillremind me of our legendsof folklore through the quill.Talk to me of forests,of flora and fauna there.Talk to me of mountainsin Tyrone and in Kildare.Tell me now of the futureof equality in the land.Speak to me of serenity,so the tribes can understand
(C) Aine MacAodha
Oidhche, Halloween, Hallows, third harvest.
Darker night are ahead. A time when the veil is thinist and a time to visit our ancestors through various modes of divination.
Associated stones for Samhain, can be Obsidian, Black Onyx and my favourite Amethyst
AmerginAmergin of the Milesians, the first Celtic tribe of Ireland. Amergin was the chief of eight , by legend, the conquerors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Amergin was a druid poet of supernatural ability.Amergin's Challenge
I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag* of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars*
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon* of wisdom
Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the peoples
LunaLosing shadows that follow from these troubled acresis hard going at times.When it�s those same shadowsyou seek to understandwhat it all came down to.Three in the morning brings relief;nature is more calmer and coolsto a creaking lullaby.Some birds sleep sound.The urban onesblether through the night.The moon solemnly gives ordersto orchestrate the night crawlerson missions. She casts shadowsin dimly lit corners of the globe.She�ll never be the sun,blitzing the crops, warmingthe shadows.But she�ll always be the catalyst,calling you back to the past.
By Aine MacAodha
first published in Thre Argotist Online.
Mise EireTalk to me of bogs,of blankets on the land.Talk to me of mythsyou have at your command.Tell me of Cu Chulainn,the hero hound of Ulster,the battles of the Tain Boand the warriors of Munster,the progress of the firbolgs.The De danaans on the hillremind me of our legendsof folklore through the quill.Talk to me of forests,of flora and fauna there.Talk to me of mountainsin Tyrone and in Kildare.Tell me now of the futureof equality in the land.Speak to me of serenity,so the tribes can understand(C) Aine MacAodha
July 27, 2012
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: New photography site
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: New photography site: I have been working on this for some time and have finally got it into some shape or form ~ Please feel free to visit and leave a comment,...
New photography site
I have been working on this for some time and have finally got it into some shape or form ~
Please feel free to visit and leave a comment, thanks Aine. Now I can get some writing done~
http://ainesireland.webs.com/
Please feel free to visit and leave a comment, thanks Aine. Now I can get some writing done~
http://ainesireland.webs.com/
June 20, 2012
Litha ~ Summer Solstice
~ The days after Summer Solstice will again begin to shorten and the nights long until we reach the next Solstice on the Celtic wheel, Yule.For me it's a time to think over the past 6 months with gratitude and I wonder what the following months will bring. I make a special effort to rise before sun rise and just welcome in the new fire festival, spend parts of the day out in the garden always finding something to do~
The word Solstice is from Latin (sol) Sun and Sistere (stand still)
Gemstones associated with Litha are Green and yellow like Jade and Yellow topaz.
~As long as the curtains open anew, there draws the breath of theatre~ Aine MacAodha
~Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you~ Maori proverb
Poem below wrote last year
Litha
~No one condemns the birds in the treesfor singing all sorts of songs into the airso it should be with humans.we should all be free to sing our own tunes~Aine macAodhaRising just before sun rise it's a special morningthe longest day of the yearafterward the daylight decreases.
The house is deadly quietthe buzzing of the freezerand the kettle boiling
break the silent air.I tip toe about as if I’m going to waken a house load of weans.
It’s the bird song that heraldsin the solstice, the dark curtainnot fully opened.
Fields mist laden and the thorn bushesglisten in the morning dewlike lost diamonds
awaiting the eye of the magpie toswoop in and grab. Even the crowsmake a special effort on this morning.
It’s frosty for June so I pull a jumperover my shoulders and contemplatethe song of the solstice in the air.
May 15, 2012
My interview & QA by WG Visual Arts Producer Maryann Tracy,
My interview & QA by WG Visual Arts Producer Maryann Tracy, From TheWildgeesegeneology blog
http://thewildgeesegenealogy.blogspot.co.uk/
http://thewildgeesegenealogy.blogspot.co.uk/
May 2, 2012
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: works in progress~ Poetography
Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: works in progress~ Poetography: ~Just a few combinations i'm working on fusing both photography and poetry ~ 1 2 3
works in progress~ Poetography
~Just a few combinations i'm working on fusing both photography and poetry ~
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