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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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