Cailleach Bheur

November 2, 2008
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a ghost of a Whisper, uncannily
frigid like night's frost In winter
till the buds freeze as she steps
out of death, iNto life

ground, linked with lace of leaves
crumble to air as crysTals fall
reborn, to numb and chill
both land and sEa

blue hag, witheRed queen
of winter's days of silence
Staff falls to beget liquid stone
cold as frozen arctic

time flowS for wizened age
to blOom as lovely maiden
bewitchiNg, alluring, tempting
but for her, death at march

sprinG sprints over land of
tomb of rigid ice for green
dripping drops in his wake
for cailleach bheur he weeps

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