…Red, Magdalen, Maeve Rhuad

lying naked on a warm February night

outside under a full moon, ripe for conception: 

then twenty year’s labor to bring your story forth  


you are still with me, and you have left me behind

as I’ve left you: another story, a new form

you are my best friend; you are busy with the world


we traveled far together in and out of time

in this world and the other, history and dream

now other people follow our path—to themselves  


I imagined your memories, now they are mine

do you remember me singing loud to the sea

plotting murder: the terrible one and his son?


what is my life now? why does it go on and on?

when will the bell ring? when will they let me outside

this self I no longer want to be without you?  


O my soul’s mirror, I still can’t see my beauty

but I can see yours, Little Bright One, Bride’s Flame

I know all your names: Red, Magdalen, Maeve Rhuad.  


In honor of Maeve’s Feast Day July 22, 2012