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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.

Friday, 21 February 2014

My Ebook published by The Argotist Online. (free to download)

My collection 'Where the Three Rivers Meet' has just been published, get this free to download Ebook from The Argotist Online  Edited by Jeffrey Side.


"Where the Three Rivers Meet" is a collection of poems linguistically evocative of 17th century Irish Gaelic poetry, although written in English. The poems are rich with references and imagery that evoke the mythos of Ireland’s ancient history and Celtic traditions. The landscape is also figured, with an affection and respect, not only for its actuality but also for its vitality and mystery. In some respects, this poetry has a connectedness to the ancient traditions and concerns figuratively expressed in various earth religions, as well as in Celtic Christianity.


Below is a link to the full list of Ebooks published on The Argotist Online.

With thanks to Jeff Side Editor.

list of The Argotists Online Ebooks

Monday, 27 January 2014

Poem. Keepers

First published in A New Ulster ANU issue 10.


Nature collects things
is a hoarder of future finds.
stones on the riverbed
that memorize climate changes
on natures universal calendar
A simple hedgerow in Ireland
layered in various thorn
often reveal ancient things
beneath and around its presence
to a casual walker, a pile of
old stone from a wall badly erected
to others its natures way of
giving birth again to past ways.
often we forget in the moment
our lives so busy.
Nature collects things
even the wind whispers secrets
blown through the centuries
caught in the opened mind
of the one learning to listen.