ur-intimitat in der seele

betwixt and between now.

the man in the bog

holds out a golden fish,

"take it, lass.

claim yours."

and i do.

scales become skin

and the gold fashions

itself into a drum

that pulses

in the pulmonary cave.

grandmother sits there

and lights a heart fire

that burns the way clear.

wild galloping in the distance.

i am aonghus's daughter

of the stone and cliff clan.

the ancestors step through.

the veil is thin

and the bones in my body

are theirs. 

(copyright 2011)