stolen ears

Welcome, my dear digital friends!

I dedicate this week’s new poem to my two daughters who are now both thriving young ladies in their mid-twenties.

Tis a father’s prerogative to be sappy and sentimental. Especially when my girls own such a large part of my heart.

It’s so easy to recall the sweet moments of holding them as babies. Rocking them in my arms in the window. Watching them fall asleep in the moonlight with their innocence and trust so complete.

And now to see them as adults. Dealing with all the BS that life throws at them? They are so strong. I love them and admire them so much.

For I recall seeing the goddess twinkle in their eyes all those years ago… knew the fae still lived within them. Knew they would never let men and their misogyny derail them from their brilliant paths.

And this wee mythic poem emerged as a celebration of that strength.

As always, please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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stolen ears

the moon was full on the night you were born

i held you in my arms by the window

your eyes ageless with knowing, so careworn

in silence, awash in her pallid glow  

for ‘twas Áine who pulled upon your soul

like the tide, imbued you with the pride of

a goddess reborn, high upon a knoll

summoning us lakeside with songs of love  

songs of healing, no impetuous sea

need weaken your midsummer reveries,

born to feed the passions ‘tween earth and sidhe

in your wee eyes those fae-forged memories  

born not to heed the false commands of men

oh no! born to be heard, bend their knees with fear

for they are in the presence of their Better, when

you line your pockets with their stolen ears


  1. The last verse us pure magic. “You line your pockets with their stolen ears.” This gives great power to women in their seduction of and advice for men. They carry the wisdom of the ancestors from birth. This is a beautiful tribute to your daughters Pat. They should frame this poem on their walls. 💗

    1. Yeah they’re probably getting a framed copy for Christmas this year if they don’t do it proactively… hahaha. Thank you so much, Naomi! ☘️🙏🏻🍷🌹✨

  2. I too have a grown daughter. I can adopt this homage as I think back on her birth and the pure innocence of babies. Thank you.

    1. Thanks, PS!!! I’m glad this could have greater resonance than just me and my little universe hehe. Cheers, my friend ✨☘️🙏🏻🌹🍷

  3. Every word of this poem is beautiful, I love it.
    Your daughters will be strong for sure. They have Celtic blood in their veins, your love in their hearts and poetry in their souls.
    I wish them a safe, joyous onward journey through life.
    Daughters are indeed special.
    🙏 🍀🍀🍀

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