Tonn Chliodhna

Tonn Chliodhna My lover haunts here, he hears me plead with each ninth wave, I break and bleed. I left Tir Tairngine, for Ciabhad’s love, jealous MacLir would intercede That deity in vengeance wrought a spell borne from his lust and greed. Lulled asleep, and wrapped in waves I drowned in the harbor of Glandore sea. I search for signs of Ciabhad, although I’ve died, I am not freed Each ninth wave, my grieving peaks I stack my height and gather speed, white capped waves of Goddess fists hurl viciously both wood and weed. My fingers clutch the shoreline sand, and drag debris as I recede. I sift through kelp, through shells and stone and yet I know, I shan’t succeed. Banshee laments pierce the wind, split every stone and every weed. I am Chliodhna, I’ve lost my love; with each ninth wave, I break, and bleed.