THE WOMEN OF TIER-NA-NOG
Imagine. We are power sources
Tapped by planet, each near
Half a century, and we know how
To draw the fluid from the music.
With nothing, sheet of white
And dream, we travel. We've
Carried more than word,
We've given birth, see-
Carefully we've built life,
Cell by cell and turn by
Turning. Ridden pain and come out
On the other side, rejoicing.
That has not stopped us. We have
Nursed, embraced and coddled
New formed life through decades,
Then let it slide into it's own.
We know the twistings of our moons,
The longing of the pupae, damp wings
Loosening to fly. Know persisting,
Resolution, winter come to new bloom.
We are generators, time trav'lers
Tellers of story, damn-near fools
Stopping in the midst of bridge
To listen. Spinners. Weavers.
Solar ribbons drawn and
Twisted into thread. Voices of
Revolving, we take the blood
We hold and feed the song.