Sun has slipped beyond the rim, and
on the hill,
fiery petals unfurl,
a towering blossom of flame,
summer’s herald,
an omen of peace and plenty.
*
Around the Beal-fire maidens sway,
yellow wrapped with starry strings of gorse,
their eyes light filled,
heat leaping in their blood,
summer’s song sweet on their lips
*
while men compete at warrior’s sport.
They attempt the hero leap
over the fire,
urged on by mead, camaraderie, bravado,
a lover’s glance, and
the need to prove their own prowess.
*
Children run between the fires,
soot covered, laughing,
or listen, slack jawed,
to the tall tales the fili tell.
*
And then the cattle drive,
no small feat of a man’s skill
to manoeuvre that fire-crazed stampede
successfully through the inferno.
*
Eriu’s eye has opened. She sees all,
as the fires rise and fall
like the washing of the tides,
the wax and wane…
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