February 12, 2010

Misses Monahan (a poem)


by Eric Rosenbloom
copyright 2010

Are you not the son of Manannan Mac Lir?
The queen Etain? Have you not already fought
The hosts arrayed against you, won the hearts of kings
And people? Wake! child! your fate is rising before you.
Shuffle the deck and read the signs once more.
The gateways that have brought you here have fallen
Away, and you are at the origins of something new.
You have fasted in the tomb of rebirth —
Wake now to the light that shines before us,
The spring is in your stepping through the door,
It nourishes the earth, and we sing the song from your lips
That shape our morning and lead us where you will.