The Call
July 9, 2007
Lemuria by Jane Tilton
An Ghlao [The Call]
Aréir
tháinig Sí ar ais,
na focail Uaithi
ag foluain san aer.
Agus bhí Sí
ag glaoch m’ainm
go ciuin, go caoin,
go seasmhach
mar shoith ag cnaíomh
ar chnámh nach
scaoilfeadh sí leí.
Aréir
chuaigh an Mháthair Dorcha
isteach ionam
agus thóg Sí seilbh
ar m’anam.
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Last night
She came back,
Her words
floating in the air.
And She was
crying out my name,
softly, gently,
insistingly,
like a bitch gnawing
the bone she won’t
give up.
Last night
the Dark Mother
entered me
and took possession
of my soul.
by Soul Sister
