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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.

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Mise Eire

Aine MacAodha - Poetry and Lens: Mise Eire: ~ Talk to me of bogs, of blankets on the land. Talk to me of myths you have at your command. Tell me of Cu Chulainn, the hero houn...

Mise Eire


Talk to me of bogs, of blankets on the land.
Talk to me of myths you have at your command.
Tell me of Cu Chulainn, the hero hound of Ulster,
the battles of the Tain Bo and the warriors of Munster,
the progress of the firbolgs. The De danaans on the hill
remind me of our legends of folklore through the quill.
Talk to me of forests, of flora and fauna there.
Talk to me of mountains in Tyrone and in Kildare.
Tell me now of the future of equality in the land.
Speak to me of serenity, so the tribes can understand.

Monday, 27 February 2017

Rossknowlagh Strand ~ poem

Rossknowlagh Strand

It’s late October
the edge of the water
is layered in white foam
an aran scarf curved along
the seas icy grip.
Sand is wintered hard.
Sea far out curls and slaps
on southern winds and I
brace myself for the mile walk.
East wind cuts to the bone
in a place like this,
whips away summers lightness
and reminds me that to enjoy one
I must embrace the other with joy too.
The gulls straggling the shore
find it difficult to stay afloat.
I make faces to the wind as it
carves its grip in my crows feet.
The hotel lights guide me back
back to a warm coffee pot
back to write and my mind
freed from world thoughts
gets to work.

Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Alternatives ~ Poem


Beneath the moons full light
I feel mended
a gansey with a dropped stitch
darned and shapely once again.

When alone on a night like this
i'm not a bit lonely, far from it
I embrace it like some kind of witch.

Had this been a few hundred years ago
I’d be scorned and perhaps
hung from a tree.

Crystals cleanse in the moonlight
their energy renewed and ready
to battle the chakras,

balance the body once again.
When the body is out of kilter
anything can happen.

If the medical world can’t fix it
the alternative is worth a try, isn’t it?