Critterature: a Gaelic Fashion Statement
A giraffe who was new
At the Aberdeen Zoo
Heard a bagpipe askirling one day.
He tracked down the player
And offered to pay her
If she kindly would teach him to play.
He gazed at the piper,
A Hebrides viper,
As she uncoiled and let out a sigh.
Then she hissed, "Listen, dearrie,
I'll answerr yerr querry,
But you're nae gonna like my rreply.
Yerr legr'rr
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Categories:
gaelic, animal, humor,
Form: Light Verse
The Dun :Torr Na Craoibhe
A great forest grows dark and green,
Where little birds twitter amid the leaves,
Reynard the red coated one keen eye searching,
For squirrels leaping among branches tall,
Making sure the youngsters don’t fall,
A capercaillie scream rents the air,
Sounding like ban-sidhe in the air.
Trees creak and rattle in ancient tree talk,
Close together they whisper and plot,
Sending astray the
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Categories:
gaelic, fantasy, people, remember,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Song of Amergin: Translation
The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations
The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the surf's thunder
I am the stag of the seven tines
I am the cliff hawk
I am the sunlit dewdrop
I am the fairest flower
I am the rampaging boar
I am the swift-swimming salmon
I am
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Categories:
gaelic, ireland, myth, mythology, song,
Form: Free verse
A Gaelic Song
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A Gealic Song
Gneiss.
Ancient.
Vying with Earth herself for the Crown of Age.
In the Hebrides
Lie the Stones of Calanais
Stubborn chthonic deities of a common past
Rising up and standing against all.
You
More than a beautiful metaphor
Of what I have seen forged in that deep, deep heart;
A heart deep as the songs of Burns on thistle
Or lilting starlings
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Categories:
gaelic, hope, romantic love, travel,
Form: Free verse
Gaelic Queen
His mother, a gaelic queen
his father, a rugged pit miner
he wishes to never be seen
being solitary has never been finer
the son of sons he was
the son of sons he became
an expectation he did cause
his brother supposedly the same
The gaelic queen wept over her fallen friend
her lover stirred and fidgeted in restless toil
it was her heart
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Categories:
gaelic, mom,
Form: Rhyme
The Gaelic Winds
the mirror
makes a
cast of
the soul
and
it
becomes
the
Gaelic Winds
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Categories:
gaelic, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Three Roses (Gaelic English)
Roses, a gift from me heart
to show in art I love ye.
Each bloom presents part of me
for nae te see, only thee.
A rose that shines purest white
brin' delight before thine eye.
Spake tae ye of love divine;
I nae define or deny.
A rose of red, crimson hue,
me passion's dew, I love ye,
in words that within this tryst,
ye
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Categories:
gaelic, loveme, rose, love, me,
Form: Verse