Don't need clues
Who lit the fuse
Of Soho's Blues
No old codgers
No bother bodgers
No dodgy lodgers
Just Oisin Rogers
And tax dodgers
Want it to be bland
Class not brass band
Just like the Strand
But any proper city
Needs a bit of shi*ty
Can't be too pretty
Needs a bit of gritty
So would be a pity
Don't throw in the towel
The midnight howl
Needs cheek by jowl
Seeds a bit of foul
Feeds owl on the prowl
So don't let it be panned
Our cult adult wonderland
That is the Soho brand
Were
the
poems
of Oisin
a translation or
Jamie Mac's imagination ?
Note:James Macpherson author in 1762 of Fingal(Finn mac cool) epic on the 'White Stranger'of Irish mythology and Giants Causeway legend.
Flinging, splattering,dripping drop..by..drop
Unaware of the present,random spontaneity
in liquid flowing paint.
Motion made visible,memories
arrested in space,the painting
lives a life of its own in pure
harmony of easy give and take.
then he began telling
the story
of the magical land and his love
tears rolling down
his cheeks
broken hearted
in the magical land
of Tir Na Nog
just as he was
ending the story
in great weariness
with the pain
inside his heart
swept completely
away in feelings
of painful emotion
closing his eyes
he fell into
eternal slumber
even to this very day
fishermen and lighthouse keepers
they sometimes
see on foggy nights
when the moon
is full face
a shimmering
white horse dancing
on the top
of the waves
along the shores
of Ireland
Niamh the red haired maiden
still rides the horse
forever searching
for her lost love ,
her soul will never rest
until she finds
her beautiful Oisin
in her his love
never died .
this story was told to me by a granny when i was young i cried
it was so sad yet even now so beautiful
Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"
And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity
Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man
Were
the
poems
of Oisin
a translation or
Jamie Mac's imagination ?
Note:James Macpherson author in 1762 of Fingal(Finn mac cool) epic on the 'White Stranger'
of Irish mythology and Giants Causeway legend.
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