Maighdean Mhara

midnight waves cast themselves upon the rocky shores

laden clouds hung low above

the driving rain drove her up the sandy stretch

with a heave and a shrug her skin fell off

silken tresses drop around her waist

myriad waves beckons her back, sing to her, wanting

far along the foot-trodden path he waits for her

night after night-

she rises

their love, once again complete

he grows old, his heart will cease

she kisses him one last time

returns to the sea-

she goes

a glance

slips again once more into her skin

quietly, silently into those weeping waves

 

(Hour 23)

 

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