Sonja Nic Rafferty
I let my soul dive
Into the tint blue of the myth
About Deirdre and her lover Naoise.
Her passion did not care any risk.
My suburban garden is an enchanted forest.
My house turns into a castle in Eire.
I see Deirdre’s silhouette light-footed
Floating through time and space,
Attended by mysterious sounds.
A smile that comes from the innermost part
Is covering her imaginary countenance.
Début of beauty and harmony.
Yet nobody can flee from
Not assimilated background.
To stay under civic shelter or to go?
There is no third way.
We are all prisoners of our feelings,
Like Deirdre and Naoise,
Traced by mighty shadows.
Love, hate and death,
Eternal circulation of life!
Hopeless escape into a wood
That loses its magic.
The trees do not carry leaves anymore,
In velocity of wind my castle goes to ruin.
Of immortal love and Deirdre.
© 1998 ~ Sonja Nic Rafferty
This poem belongs to a collection I wrote about DEIRDRE after I had concerned myself with Celtic legends. DEIRDRE was first performed in 1906, in Dublin by William Butler Yeats. Short info: Deirdre fled with her lover Naoise to Scotland to avoid a marriage with king Conchubar. With promises Conchubar lured the homesick couple back. Conchubar killed Naoise, whereupon Deirdre commited suicide.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 25.08.2004.