In Honour of the Old Gods
I yearn to discover the old gods of Ireland, Lugh and Brigid to name only two.
The awesome powers who once ruled this green and abundant land.
I walk along the canal and Boyne river bends,
Yet my craving to know the ancient gods never ends.
Whispers of the ancient gods I hear in the wind.
Walking through their abodes of ringforts and old stone circles.
Legends of their druids and physicians,
The trickery and wisdom of the ancient magicians.
I walk along the twisting river River Boyne bends,
Yet my thirst for knowledge never ends.
Will an ancient god ever appear to me?
Only the modern world on the banks I can see.
For now all I can do is read, write and learn,
To see ancient gods and godesses like Brigid my heart yearns.
Stories of the old gods in my mind abound,
Words from the old gods I do not hear any whisper or sound.
By Gabriel Woods