This week, let’s explore the ancient legend of the leannán sídhe (“fairy lover”) who in Celtic tradition is a Muse (of sorts) and one of the Aos Sí (“people of the mounds”)… a race of spirits descended from the gods.
This Muse usually takes the form of a beautiful woman. She becomes the lover of male artists who allow her to drain them of their blood (and misoginy, lol) in exchange for her gifts of brilliant (albeit short-lived) artistry.
For all intents and purposes… she was, in modern terms, a vampire. With a creative flourish…
I find myself fascinated with the lengths people will go to achieve success. And I think this poem serves as a haunting cautionary tale of just that… in the extreme.
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-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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‘long fog-stained moors
come to me, my leannán sídhe,
‘midst the sloes and blackthorn trees
‘long fog-stained moors, my shadowed wight,
unveil full grace of moonlit night
gift to me, sweet Aos Sí,
a poet’s pen to honor thee
and granted thus, i shall create
such subtleties which replicate
the runes of Yeats, the voice of Keats
in words intoned both ruined meet
‘long fog-stained moors bereft by blight
where poet’s souls cry out in fright
drink from me, my leannán sídhe,
taste my soulful oblation free
so holy in this surrender sweet
to the words thou shalt engender