This was a home once - Part II
A commission of Brigid for @bloodtreachery (awww, it was SUCH a pleasure to do it!). I put an emphasis on her aspect as a poet, hence the fire of poetry ablaze! The poem in the flames is a liberal translation of these lines from The Hosting of the Sidhe into Old Irish (courtesy of my wonderful husband):
...if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The Tomb - Menlo Castle The castle, originally built in 1569, was abandoned in 1910 after a fire broke out that incinerated everything (and I mean everything) inside and took the lives of two people. One of those people was the owners' daughter, who had a disability and hence was physically unable to run for her life. She was cremated alive, and her body was never found. After an unsuccessful search for the body the Blakes - the owners - left and never returned, leaving the castle that became their daughter's grave to the elements. It is reported to be haunted.
Good day to you, human, do you have a moment to talk about Our Lady Epona?
I needed to do a presentation about why studying memory politics is important, and this escalated quickly.
Craughwell, Co. Galway
The Wren Prince V - The Pantry Raid of Crannog
Altars of the dying sun
Orbsen mac Allot aka Manannán mac Lir giving a teenage Aengus Óg a much needed lecture on consent
This is where I’m heading right now to lose myself in the woods and the timelessness for three days and three nights of you know what
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