Danu's Sorrow

[grannyjill]

In Tir na n-Og the poets dwell
The golden aes sidhe
Once gods, the children of Danu
Are naught but memory

The Dagda, father of them all
On Uaithne gently plays
Once seasons turned to its fair song
But not a tree now sways

The druids once told tales in awe
Of Ogma eloquent
Ears captive to his magic tongue
Yet now his voice is spent

Bodb Derg the many-ruling king
A poet brave and wise
The silver sandals on his feet
Now dazzle blinded eyes

Proud Brigit, smith and healer queen
Once poetess of fire
Was tamed into a quiet saint
To silently expire

In Tir na n-Og the poets dwell
Their words lost to the years
Forgot by unheroic cross
And drowned in Erin’s tears

At first I thought you were making up some kind of middle earth tale...but, after researching I discover all these references are from Celtic mythology. How do you know all this stuff?

You sound as if you are having fun playing the part of a wandering bard, and I can definitely hear the lilt of old Ireland in the verses. A nice touch was the repetition of the first line of the first verse in the last verse.
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