Clan Ogma

Poetry

In this section you will find a collection of original poetry, written for rituals we have held over the years. Some serious, some lighter in tone.

The Sky Tribe

Sky-borne, Danu’s children came

In a great crow-cloud swirling,

This unwedded land to claim,

Embraced in wings unfurling.

 

Three days a fog of feathers

The once watchful hawk hooded.

Gifts for sparse land made tethers,

With seeds of tree lore wooded.

 

Summer’s dawn chorused golden,

Dark mists dispersed, season new,

To Iron Mountain beholden

To the airts the bird-kin flew.

 

As seal may shed her soft skin,

And wolf peel back his warm pelt,

So may shift the brave bird-kin,

Their cloaks flesh to feather melt.

 

Bird-brained Fintan kept the tale

Of all seen from eyry high,

But for him, a legend pale,

Lost without the hawk’s sharp eye.

 

Lovers curl beneath swan’s wing.

Whose gold chains make the heart light?

Bold Aonghus and his aisling

Lift leaden lives to soul flight.

 

Conaire’s wave-riders stripped,

Man-formed bold Nemglan’s wise words

Forged the throne, from whence youth slipped,

In death borne by claws of birds.

 

Moon-blessed, star-touched holy glade,

Where the one-shaped sing to Gods,

Where the soul-sweet mead is made,

Invite us, the Tribe of Sky.

 

 

Lady of Imbolc

I am the smith’s fierce forge-fire;

Leaden lumps to fine-honed tools

Transfigured, crucible pyre

Sloughs off the dross, my heat schools.

 

I am the healer’s passion,

Stiff bodies eased, sore wounds seared,

Rekindling minds left ashen,

Pains soothed, life no longer feared.

 

I am the poet’s flame-tongue,

Words licked white hot, phrases fused,

Lyrics wrought; mind’s anvil sung,

Verbal sculptures burnished, hued.

 

Red-gold dancing, weaving force,

Feeds the medic’s urge to heal,

Guides the wright upon his course,

As hot praise from bards shall reel.

 

I am the hearth-fire burning,

Whose beacon-blaze on cold night

Stirs tired wanderer’s yearning;

Warms aching bones, cures heart’s blight.

 

Goddess am I, formed from pride

In the land, in kith and kin,

Host Law by which all abide:

To repay our love all try.

 

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