Croghan Hill, Co. Offaly
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 12:14 pm
Croghan Hill, Co. Offaly
Here she looms, by the western road,
sentinel and herald, where our tribal
priests once processed to this umbilicus,
become primordial catechist, their crane
skin bags rattling with chants and runes
as ligament to our blind reach for the sacred
and acknowledgement of ignorance as our
unassailable companion; and here I stand with
them in contemplation overlooking these wetland
plains, allured by the ever occurring Anxieties.
The solstice sun antiphonates among wasps
and bees swarming around ragwort and nettles,
while to the East cobalt-grey Mount Leinster
withdraws, strumming a paean behind the slow
heave of blackening clouds. To the South I watch
over the Slieve Bloom as the Druids might,
a sleeping goddess, her flank clothed in silks
of russet and green, and how she lies now
in slumber until the shivered mists of night
descend, when she will awaken to haunt
our dreams and thwart our demented desires.
Here she looms, by the western road,
sentinel and herald, where our tribal
priests once processed to this umbilicus,
become primordial catechist, their crane
skin bags rattling with chants and runes
as ligament to our blind reach for the sacred
and acknowledgement of ignorance as our
unassailable companion; and here I stand with
them in contemplation overlooking these wetland
plains, allured by the ever occurring Anxieties.
The solstice sun antiphonates among wasps
and bees swarming around ragwort and nettles,
while to the East cobalt-grey Mount Leinster
withdraws, strumming a paean behind the slow
heave of blackening clouds. To the South I watch
over the Slieve Bloom as the Druids might,
a sleeping goddess, her flank clothed in silks
of russet and green, and how she lies now
in slumber until the shivered mists of night
descend, when she will awaken to haunt
our dreams and thwart our demented desires.