by Dawn Richerson
Sunday, July 26, 2015
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Knocknarea is my beloved mountain, referred to as "the Magic Mountain" by the people of Sligo Town in Ireland, where I live. This poem was inspired by her. The reference to Yeats refers to his beloved Ben Bulben, whom the legendary Queen Maeve, said to be buried upright and holding her sword, looks out across toward her enemies to the north. I personally believe she has had a change of heart and welcomes all to the table of light and the circle of her beloved fields. Dawn
Yeats had his mountain, and I have mine.
She rises strong and unafraid, content to hold her secrets
until the time is ripe.
Soft her slopes, steep the pilgrim’s journey
to earn her respect and in honoring mystery open
treasures held in the heart.
On Knocknarea I met warrior queen
alive within me. I rose up, filled my cup, and drank freely
of Maeve’s mythic beauty,
Knowing this a stream all women share.
Fierce our hearts and bold the gracious charge of this, our light brigade —
not for king or country.
We ride for freedom, for sacred truth,
no more defined for us but coming to life in and through us,
our footsteps thundering
Even as reign of light falls softly,
opens hearts of weary warriors clinging to defense of land.
Lay down your swords. Come now,
Enter into heavenly kingdoms,
the secret gardens and hidden glens where you may rest in love.
See now how your light shines!
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|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Beautiful subject and wonderful writing. It makes me want to see the place and meet the woman. ;-) Intriguing.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A lovely tribute to your mountain, Dawn; thank you for introducing me to that beautiful place. Love and peace to you,