Sweet, soft light of mercy

Eleanor

sweet, soft light of mercy

how you rise from the mists

how you became the burning muse of Cearbhall, who sang

“Mo ghrá thú, den chéad fhéachaint, Eileanóir a Rún”

"From the moment I saw you I loved you, Eleanor my love”

Dance from the enchantments of this magic to ascend into the wildlands as souls sleep

sleep in Love’s shadowed bewitchment.

Author's Note

Eleanor fell in love with the poet Cearbhall but her father would not sanction their marriage. Cearbhall used his magic to put to sleep all the guests at her wedding to another man and they eloped. Some say that they went overseas and that, when Cearbhall was killed in an accident, Eleanor died of grief. A similar story is told of Cearbhall and Fearbhlaidh. Irish folklore recounts how Eileanóir Chaomhánach eloped with Cearbhall the day she was about to marry another man. Cearbhall arrived at the wedding to play music at the wedding feast, and fell in love with the bride. He composed the song Eileanoir a Rún to woo the bride.
"Mo ghrá thú, den chéad fhéachaint, Eileanóir a Rún
Is ort a bhím ag smaoineadh, tráth a mbím i mo shuan
A ghrá den tsaol, is a chéad searc, is tú is deise ná ban Éireann."
"From the moment I saw you I loved you, Eileanóir my love
It is of you I think when I’m resting
O love of life and my first love, you are fairer than all the women of Ireland."

Photo courtesy of the brilliant Mara at facebook.com/EleanArt

Reviews

[The Diamond Effect]

I love how wrote this, it’s like a sweet lullaby! Your words serenade the air as I read.

[Ardra]

It's beautiful your work reminds me of some one very close to me....

[Writing Angel]

The love was so forbidden the pain became magic I love the flow of this I feel with as though a soft song sings these lyrics .... great work Eros

[Echoes of Eros]

This came as a challenge from the photographer, and it made me dive deep into this forbidden place. Thank you so much, dear poet. xo

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

This is magical and mystical!

[Echoes of Eros]

Thank you, dear Nadia! Sometimes a poet is merely a conduit for sacred sighs through no fault of his own. xo

[Ruth]

Your poetry fills the senses and gives the reader such bold and tender visuals...I am always pleased to see you have a new poem up...truly inspiring and heartfelt, always :)

[Echoes of Eros]

With your sacred presence you always bring peace to my darkness. Thank you, Poppy. xo

[Nourhane]

speaks to the heart, a strong piece, i loved it

[Echoes of Eros]

It is my joy and honor to have you here, dear Nourhane. xo

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and beautiful use of words.
"Dance from the enchantments of this magic to ascend into the wildlands as souls sleep
sleep in Love’s shadowed bewitchment."
The above lines perfect. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Echoes of Eros]

Very grateful for your words, my friend. My muse has been so silent, so a dear friend's photo was just what I needed. xo

[Coyote Poetry]

Good photos and song show us the way to good story and poetry. You are welcome.