{"id":24695,"date":"2021-08-01T01:10:25","date_gmt":"2021-08-01T05:10:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/?p=24695"},"modified":"2021-07-29T16:41:15","modified_gmt":"2021-07-29T20:41:15","slug":"samildanach-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2021\/08\/01\/samildanach-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Samild\u00e1nach – Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

Samild\u00e1nach<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/h1>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"\"<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Will I have any grain to bring<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To place on the stone within the ring?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Will I have flesh to cut and burn<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And place inside the bubbling urn?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To fill these wide and simmering pots?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Or shall I send my body\u2019s milk,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sweet like parsnips, smooth like silk?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Enough to feed a baby small<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Enough for summer, more for fall<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And more for winter still, my stock<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Is never under key and lock.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am the harvest, am the land<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Though Tailtiu never took my hand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I was not cleared; I am not feared<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am the wise and wandering band<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am the morning, fresh and bright<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am the weary, sleepless night<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am the fractious, fretting squall<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The wind, the wet, the weathers all<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And on Lughnasadh morn, I sigh<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I wipe the slouching from my eye<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I bend to suckle, stroke and hold<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The family, the one; the whole.
\n<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My arts to feed the ones I need<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To fill my full and brimming soul.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

**<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

About the Author:<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mabh Savage<\/span><\/span><\/strong>\u00a0is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She is the author of A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors<\/a> & Pagan Portals \u2013 Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways<\/a>.<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Samild\u00e1nach     Will I have any grain to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots? Or shall I send my body\u2019s milk, Sweet like parsnips, smooth like silk? Enough to feed a baby small Enough for summer, more for fall And more for winter still, my stock Is never under key and lock.   I am the harvest, am the land Though Tailtiu never took my hand I was not cleared; I am not feared I am the wise and wandering band I am the morning, fresh and bright I am the weary, sleepless night I am the fractious, fretting squall The wind, the wet, the weathers all And on Lughnasadh morn, I sigh I wipe the slouching from my eye I bend to suckle, stroke and hold The family, the one; the whole.   My arts to feed the ones I need To fill my full and brimming soul. ** About the Author: Mabh Savage\u00a0is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist. She is the author of A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors & Pagan Portals \u2013 Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10004],"tags":[13289,12171,10426,10227,13288,10078,10055],"class_list":["post-24695","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-monthly-columns","tag-grain","tag-harvest","tag-poem","tag-poetry","tag-samildanach","tag-thoughts","tag-writing"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24695","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24695"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24695\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24702,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24695\/revisions\/24702"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24695"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24695"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24695"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}