Cry of the Cailleach

Winter cries

A broken sob

Of rain and throbbing grey

To wistful white

A sorry sight

A tear track trails

And smiling fails

As frost bites hard

Each chew and chomp

Enamel stomp

Upon a tongue

Of furry sludge

A grisly grudge

A snarling wind

And screeching trees

Fog whispers please…

And begs for entry

To the heart

The roaring hearth

The glowing soul

Oh let me in, let me in…

Cailleach cries

But listen not

If you are wise.

copyright 2013 Mabh Savage

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3 Comments on “Cry of the Cailleach

  1. ‘Oh let me in, let me in,’ / Cailleach cries / But listen not / If you are wise.’

    I like this ending, makes me ponder the consequences of acquiesing to her cry…

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    • Thanks! I think that although we should accept that winter is a part of the natural cycle of things, that doesn’t mean we should let it walk all over us…

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