BLACK AGNES by Susan Macdonald (verses 1-4, 6-9) Lady Agnes Randolph, Countess of Dunbar (verses 5 & 10)First Place, Arkansas Scottish Festival Annual Celtic Poetry Contest, 2017 Black Agnes was a bonnie wench. The daughter of an earl. Her heart, it was a warrior’s heart. Her face, it was aContinue Reading
Will ‘o the Wisp by Arian Niwl  Now Tom was a fine man oh so rare Handsome of features with ginger hair And a big heart that was friendly and fair  Now each maiden from young to old From one’s so shy, to those so bold Raven hairedContinue Reading
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Goddess of Battle Fate By Arian Niwl Men struggle with curses and shouts Ground soaked with flowing life’s blood The battle rages without any doubts Warrior’s fall into the red soaked mud I watch with dark raven sharp eyes A spectacle and scene that is a play WearingContinue Reading
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Journey of the Soulby Elsa Marie Edmond In the depths of despair a light shines in the dark, Knowing not from where it comes the soul lies bare, lies stark. For without the dark there can be no light, no dusk no dawn nor in between, Within all dark dothContinue Reading
Otherworld Calling by Elsa Marie Edmond Heart laid bare, tattered and torn With no more fight inside; Dark cold soul lost and forlorn Drowning by the incoming tide. Â A soul alas from foreign lands Hidden from this plane; Pale skinned and frozen hands Fading as the life force drains.Continue Reading
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Little Jenny Has Gone A Roaming by Arian Niwl Little Jenny has gone a roaming Up in the hills on a misty morning And did not come down until the gloaming She picked wildflowers from the moor Before ascending to the top of the tor To the standing stonesContinue Reading
THIS PLACE By Declan Murphy Dedicated to John Hume In bygone days of yore, I used to love this place Men of Ulster side by side, led and drawn by God’s Grace Summertime brought cause for great colourful celebration As we sought to preserve our faith, and our fledglingContinue Reading
Two red hands grab the rope and pull from either side. For possession of Cú Chulainn is a matter of great pride
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