The Cailleach

This article originally appeared in Air
n-Aithesc, vol III, issue II, August 2016








The Cailleach



“Ebb-tide has come to me as to the sea;

old age makes me yellow;

though I may grieve thereat,

it approaches its food joyfully….

I am Buí, the Cailleach of Beare;

I used to wear a smock that was ever-renewed…”

-         
The Lament of the Old