Banba.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldAn Irish Goddess.The first to cast shadows on the tiny green isle,
Towering over fairies to steal and command magic,
Floods could not stop her and men knelt in awe,
Be wise and leave quickly as your death will be tragic.
Mother, Goddess and queen of war are her titles,
A laugh heard on winds that break with fragility,
One look turns us all in heading directions west,
Love her least and most powerful ability.
Meadows travelled in time for beauty she seeks,
In Ireland we see her roam far from Kerry’s seat,
Writers often look to inspire words to describe,
A gallant lady and master of the bodhran’s beat.
Goodbye weary readers and be sure to keep an open eye,
She comes quick and without warning for any Zandra,
More women will giggle and be hidden in groves,
Her majesty the seeker our own mother dear Banba. © 2013 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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