April 17, 2016
John A Brennan
The Green Valley
I’ve been down in the green valley, the holy place.
The one where the pagan and Saint walk the blessed
earth yet still, in silent mystic.
The one where the river flows ever onward to its birthplace,
carrying the tortured history, winding slow with measured
precision, to cast upon the ocean. Down where the sacred
hills, those silent sentinels to the glorious but tragic past,
keep watch in painful solitude.
Where the spirits keen and await each dawn with
Hopeful intent of peaceful morn. Where the lonesome,
royal fort is no more, the ramparts trampled roughshod
and buried underfoot.
Where the memories of olden kingly splendor died ‘neath
the invaders harsh heel.
Down where the royal plain stretches, forlornly grasping
at the distant, unreachable horizons.
Down where the stone of destiny sits in erect remembrance,
remembering. Where ancient Brehons, in
their colored robes, inscribed the laws of the common man
in flowing ogham script. Where the magicians cast the spells
of the Tuatha and conjured up the Fianna, the young ones,
the ones who would fight to save them.
Down where the sacred mound exhales the essence of all
that has gone before, and inhales all that will ever be,
the inscribed stones ever alive. Where the sun aligns in
glorious magnitude within the cloistered, chambered walls.
Down where the haunting, haunted battle cries beseech
the blooded banks and echoes among the reeds and rushes.
Where the lark soars straight as a fletchers’ creation,
upward, up to the blue heaven, and sings.
Down where the final slaughter reached it’s bloody, brutish,
climactic end on the plains of royal Meath.
The old King gone, the planted pretender crowned with a
foreign, alien hand, the scepter cursed.
Where the blood soaked shields awash in the churning torrent,
sailed out upon the reddened river.
Down where the fields absorbed the crimson life force of the
vanquished warriors, grotesquely strewn, dead, in furrow,
bracken and tussock.
Yes, I have been down in that green valley.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!
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