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Aine MacAodha ~ Poetry and Lens

Aine MacAodha

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Omagh, North Ireland, Ireland
Writer/poet,avid photographer with a great interest in Celtic Myths, Mysticism, crystal healing, orbs in photography, Chemtrails, the sky above and the beauty in the Irish landscape . I live in Omagh North of Ireland where the Sperrin Mountains are my inspiration in any season. I have three poetry books published titled 'Where the Three Rivers Meet' and 'Guth An Anam ~Voice of The Soul and my latest Published by Lapwing Press Belfast, 'Landscape of self'~ You can find my links at top of my blog.

Saturday, 17 October 2009

The Fiddler

The Fiddler




He cosies it under the chin,

or thereabout,

like a favourite scarf

from college days.

The music already forming in

his mind’s eye.

He’s played this air a thousand times,

yet each time it surges from

a different notion.

The horsehair bow

gallops a few times in practice

for the main event.

The listeners, young and old,

heed the waltz with arms

outstretched.

He rests on the waltz.

‘Give me your hand’

The dancers glide in perfect

sway to the fiddler’s tune.

Like a shaman he leads them

to another time when music

filled the night air under stars.

His ears are on alert, watching

for one wrong beat.

The dancers care not,

they are lost in the music of the fiddler.

1 comment:

Séamus Keleher said...

Love 'The Fiddler' poem, essence of the dance music, reference to night dances at the crossroads via the night sky.