Monday 6 February 2012

Leannan



Out there along the riverbank, before the snow came, I was enchanted once again.

The slightest of movement in the birch wood. Some arousal and she was awakened. I gazed on her and she took me as her lover one more time. She is a Dark Muse that flits between the roots, boughs and branches, between the earth, sky and water. Sometimes she sparkles with star and sunlight, sometimes she moves through the dark leaf-litter.

Slowly she is driving me to madness, and although almost unbearable, I cannot be without her. She feeds me with sweet bites and savoury morsels. I must always return for more. 



A long time ago a song was forged for Leannan si.
"I shall kiss from end to end the long black wings.
On, captive dove, whose heart throbs wild beneath my hand!
I shall take your mouth as a child takes its mother's breast.
Tremble! For the kiss sinks deep and should suffice for love." 
And so my days are filled with her enchantment, and the nights are restless, full of fitful nonsense.