Sidhe Poems - Poems about Sidhe

...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 youngst......

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...Fairy Folk Ignoring those with little wings, will leave a curse that tightly clings. For, hidden in Manannan's cloak, are the Island's fairy folk. So say 'hello' while on their land, or b......

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...Beltane’s Night On the eve of Beltane The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff From tree to river the door calls, spirits of earth so fair, Heard by elf and pixie, aw......

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...Psalm of the Heretics Saved Oh, God! You’ve taken my hands; the blood spills onto the heathen soil of my birth! The jaguar cannot help me. The mighty pyramid rising past the trees is a pride ......

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...Ravens chew on twigs while deep in thought, Larks have three dots on their tongue, Badgers are the keepers of the sacred stories, Blackbird is the bird of both the gateway and forge. Cernunnos is......

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...CELTIC MIST Through mists of time and legends lore, a Celtic mist invades our core. Haunts our soul, stirs our mind, looks through eyes forever blind. To ancient times, lost along the way, like an or......

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...Where regal forts lie dormant now, Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow, At Cruachan of the fifty mounds, From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds, A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh, Symphony of my sto......

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...Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve Find de bes ina de ole land Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve Whilst wi dance musik wid de band Dance wid de band in de Highlands Backyard jig good fer de ol......

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...My heart has sought your mystery guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree, other worldly mound and ley; long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe. Here, found I the ancient long bone, the knurled hawthorn, th......

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...Oh, God and Goddess are all around us. from place to place unguided, they’ve found us. Land of limpid eyes and skies, where mystery abounds. ‘Mongst lisping lips, oft heard Gaelic limerick......

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