Ríoghan

Published 2024-03-06

She is the noble lady
Of the emerald vesture
Who calls to me in dreams.

Through misted moonlight
I have seen
The path that leads
To her glen and loch.
By light of dusk 
On shadowed hills
We have there rejoined 
Through glimpsing eyes, 
Then turned to separate paths.

Now where is Ainé, 
Keeper of my visions?

The dreamer of Glendalough,
The noble lady
Miadh Ríoghan.

My friend.

Published in Poetry