Fuamnach walks the lands of here nor there
to tarry with the wind
In passing ravens catch her eye
telling tales of those who've sinned
She casts butterflies from warmth of sun
to flutter in moonlight's chilling glow
Entranced they dance all days undone
poor vitiated souls
Her eyes reflect the judgments
that put her in this place
She yearns for greener pastures
and all the pleasures she can taste
But locked in endless twilight
her undoing, measured, weighed
Holding butterflies in hostage
Fuamnach's will cannot be swayed
Author notes
"I believe in the unknown"
Fuamnach FOO-ahm-nahkh):
"jealous" - Irish myth name of the first wife of Midir, a witch goddess, who turns the heroine, Etain, into a pool of water, then a worm and then finally into a beautiful butterfly
http://www.shee-eire.com/magic&mythology/fairylore/Queens/Fuamhnach/Page1.htm
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- Picture Prompt - Witchcraft theme... by Passionate Phoenix.
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Comments
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lovely take on the prompt, you certainly let your imagination go here as well as relating it to the irish myth. very nicely done.
well done and good luck xx -
wow this was beautifully written, i love it!!! You make writing with rhyme look so easy, it just flows so well!!
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ninchick08
Awww ... what a sweet comment! Thanks!
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