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If Angus Would Come!

1/2/2014

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Tigh nam Bodach, Gleann Cailliche - Marc Calhoun

Early on Bride's morn
The serpent shall come from the hole,
I will not molest the serpent,
Nor will the serpent molest me.
On the day of Bride of the white hills
The noble queen will come from the knoll,
I will not molest the noble queen,
Nor will the noble queen molest me.
These must be among the first verses I ever read from the Carmina Gadelica. They are two of many verses which have to do with Bride's Day, or Imbolc. If I'm honest, living here in Colorado is getting me down. Rather than looking forward to spring as I would wish to, I find myself merely dreading another summer that will be too hot and dry, and so I've been struggling to muster enthusiasm for the coming holiday of Imbolc. But a couple of hours ago, something quite small and wonderful happened. I found this:
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He or she was neatly folded between two flakes of hay, in a bale I opened to feed the horses. It felt like a sign. If anybody ever needed a sign, it was me, so I'll take it as so. I already had the beginnings of a poem in my head, but it had been refusing to form. My little serpent muse did the trick, however. So here is my poem.
If Angus Would Come

If young Angus would come
We would drown the filthy plaid of winter
In the speckled cauldron of Jura.

We would search out my bright cloak,
My green cloak, my fair cloak,
My patchwork cloak of pastures and fields.
Oh, if only he would come!

When Angus comes
He will search for me
Guided by the light of a thousand candles.

He will know my abode
By the sark I have hung on the window sill.
It collects the snow, to be wrung as dew
To ease his wounds when he comes.

When Angus comes
The serpent will rise,
And I will rise up as a queen,

As a flaming arrow
Piercing the heart of a crone.
A merciful bolt, forged of silver.
If young Angus would only come!

But when will young Angus come?
Then I can lie down in a bed of ease
Attended by maidens.

It's then I can rise up again
To the sound of burns in spate.
Flowers will spring under our very feet.
If only young Angus would come!


       - Kris Hughes 2014







































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If you enjoyed this post, you might also like The Cailleach Becomes Bride and Visions in meditation - part 1 

Poems for the Season on Imbolc
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At Imbolc, Brigid, the goddess of poetic inspiration, walks the land.
These poems were composed over many years, and under the influence of different folkloric ideas – particularly that of the juxtaposition of Brigid (or Bride, as we call her in Scotland) and the Cailleach.

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5 Comments
Searles O'Dubhain link
1/2/2014 03:37:06 am

I enjoyed your vision of hidden wisdom coming out of the darkness like light in a seeking mind or a new son in search of his princess. The Sun shines into the Underworld and releases its spirits into this one again.

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Kris Hughes
1/2/2014 07:17:35 am

Thanks, Searles! I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

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Maggie
21/3/2014 06:23:12 am

Gorgeous words. Thank you for sharing them.

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Kris Hughes
22/3/2014 01:11:05 pm

Thanks for visiting my blog, and for you kind words!

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Yvette Tillema
31/1/2019 02:13:55 pm

Thank you for sharing this for those of us new to the site and your poetry. We’ve had a high of 5 degrees F. today. If only.

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