Gaelic Prayer

the Applesglen
has agate growing
in it of all colors, some
green on the outside, some
of a pale sky color, they all strike
fire as well as flint, and the stones
of a purple color flow down the rivulets
after great rains, proper and big for a lady's
sword handle, her name will be mentioned in
history,

the distillery
of whiskey, wee
dram of the isles keep
her in the good graces of
the Gaelic-language labels,
Tè Bheag nan Eilean go well
with cod and herring,

you can
find her on
the bloodstone
microliths tipping
her drinking horn celebrating
the winter fire festival lighting the
Viking long boat afire, the Battle of the
Spoiling Dyke of 1578, let us bow our heads
in Gaelic Prayer. Amen.

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist