Cailleach Bheur

I Am old. I Am Night.

Flying through the air,

I carry a stone

round and high in My apron.

Stonehenge! Each boulder

I drop into place, marking each grave.

Monoliths dance

in druid circles to praise Me, the Crone.

I eat the round green cheese, moonbright.

It disappears in My grin of dark.

I carry the barren moon, banshee wailing.

I Am pregnant with light. I Am Night.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018