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Ostara ~ Spring equinox

Thinking now of the seasons ahead it gladdens me to see springs fruition. Spring is a time of new growth both in the animal and plant life, renewal is all around. 


 ~ Gorse or Whin bush its Celtic name is O~Onn and the goddess Eostar are associated with Ostara of Spring Equinox.


  The thorny stems and brazen yellow flowers of the Whin bush are easily spotted across the landscapes, one of my favourite showy thorns. Welcome Spring!!

















I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze."-  William Wordsworth,  Daffodils



















~Happy spring time~

web site updates

Just to let you know I have updated my web site with more, "Worth a look sites" found here ~ I will be adding more in due course, Aine x

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Draiocht ~ a poem

                                                                 ~ Oak Lake ~










Draiocht


Magic happens in the cool waters of healing wells
making the journey under clay; to offer up
cures within its life force.

I've seen it as winter blends its end of days
into the arrival of spring. On mountains
and boundaried fields as morning mist
vanishes.

Within myself when i forget the world a while
do nothing except listen to the order of things
or stare into space.

Within the lunar cycles when moon phases
stir the spirit in an ancient way; as it passes
on its journey.

Its there too on the faces of new born babies;
reddened from the delicate path taken
from womb to world, dark to light.



First published in Pirene's Fountain.

Luna ~ A poem

Luna
Losing shadows that followfrom 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.

First published on Argotistonline  ~  http://www.argotistonline.co.uk/MacAodha%20poems.htm

Denied

In memory of the family of babies children and adults who are buried in The Bog Meadows area of Miltown Cemetery and throughout the island of Ireland and also to the works of Toni Maguire Queens university Archaeologist, and also thanks to the following pages for the work the do for Cillini.

https://www.facebook.com/irishcillin,

http://celticburialrites.blogspot.com/



Denied
Sister Monica had a special boxsat on her wooden desk beside her caneher roll book, rosaries and bible.Collections for the little miteslimbo babiespagan babieslost soulsthe unbaptisedNothing more to be said.At age six we prayed hard for the babiesnameless and godless and withoutquestioning the word of Godor Mother Monica we felt loss. I held an image of a lost soul in my mindcarried it with me into secondary school.In childhood overheard muttered prayersA grandmother weepinga trail of tears when thought un-noticed.Visits to ancient church ruins flowers laid by the old stonesprayers said while watching the invisibleblow leaves around the ruins.Babies denied recognitionBuried on the outer edge of their parish churches Babies who had no place in heaven.Their sin, still born, unbaptised at the time of death.Parents lost in the mire of faith, grieved alone.Under the landscapes of boundariesand fields many mass graves lie denied.For them I mourn…

Aine Mac Aodha - Poetry & Lens: Lughnasadh, Lúnasa; Lammas.

Aine Mac Aodha - Poetry & Lens: Lughnasadh, Lúnasa; Lammas.: "As Lúnasa ; Lughnasadh, Lammas celebrated in August I got to thinking of my late parents who never missed the Ould lammas Fair in Ballyca..."

Haiku~poetography

Haiku, a photo by Aine MacAodha on Flickr.

Haiku/poetography
by Aine MacAodha (c)2011

poetography

Photography, a photo by Aine MacAodha on Flickr.

Haiku with photography by Aine MacAodha (c) 2011

Poem ~ Regeneration

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago and along with others I will put them on this blog.

Re-generation



Walking along market street

tracing my eyes over the stout

emulsion buildings, filled with glass

reflecting the modern footpaths

horrors of the past send shivers

up and down my spine.



I do grieve, for the old town

corner shops and worn faces replaced by

glossed faced superstores, bidding for custom

offering self assemble goods at 50% off.



Along Bridge Street, greasy Jim's is now

Speedy Frys fast food outlet

Mc Dowel Butchers, chopped into a

coffee bar full of Lattés and tortilla wraps

frequented by suited customers

as orderly as their laptops.



The family chemist were Sue knew as much as the doctor

and almost as much as the weekly news,

has re-opened as A Drug Store, everyone wears white

and plays store detective.



The factory remains still

In desperate need of a refill

machines fazed as did lives when the hammer fell

And the golden gates closed.



Teenagers gorge on modified burgers

In pricey coloured boxes.

part of me surrounded by

permanent pouts and rare chit-chat.

Re-generation they call it.

Aine MacAodha's Books and Publications Spotlight

Aine MacAodha's Books and Publications Spotlight