Shee (Sídhe)
If you find yourself awake in the night
when the world is quiet
When ghosts wander halls and knolls
the sounds of other worlds can be heard
if you listen
in silence
with your night eyes
ancestral vapors
wafting
In all things Shee may be seen
Lady of the wild
of the greenwood
of dark water
of a realm just out of sight
Sídhe of mist
and fire
lover's snare
waiting
There is a place
pale with shifting
light
S
Tributary diadem
of the paria
H
Green toned
hu
E
Incurvate refraction
clandestine hol
E
On nights when you are sleepless
Shee hears your restiveness
as fog creeps in and around
sallow plasmid vector
libidinous yen
Be aware when you look into her mirror-eyes
a liminal phantom
a dreamless dream
lest you be
bedeviled
- Detail shots from two of my oil paintings.
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Entry for Day 4 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by @d-pend.
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The Kindly Ones, the Fair Folk. In Hebrew we call this "Sagi Naor language/tongue," which means that when someone cursed God, in the Old Testament, it was written that he "blessed" Him.
To make obeisances, to ward off their attention. Not necessarily evil, but bad luck, inhuman. Alien.
And so it makes sense that this poem brings up the ethereal, the ephemeral. Where in the last two poems the man and then you, as the narrator, traded places as the apparition, here is an apparition from without, who is all too real, and who has not been invited, but trespasses, or at least, stakes her claim on her ancient territories, that others no tread in.
Or is it someone else? Oh green-thumbed lady? Oh golden-eyed witch?
But there is always another, more fey than us, often the ones who had given us birth. Is it not so? One who is one with the land, forever barred from home, forced to wander its lengths.
But what do we look when we set out fearfully? Who do we truly love when we lust? Ourselves. And the space between who we are and who we wish to be. The space between who we are and who we fear to be.
On a more technical level: I wasn't fond of the "SHEE" being spelled out in that way. I did love how you played with "Sidhe" being pronounced very similarly to "She". Certainly a different image than the Fair Folk going on one of their hunts. Though that image as an undertone, and the helpless humans they stalk and hunt while trumpeting does carry over.
I do wonder what "yen" meant there, though.
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Just up now, however, I feel the need to make a fast reply here (see attached photo) before I hit the ground running -- Shee is also a spelling for the fey and was a fun way to play in context to this piece. I love how your least favorite part of the poem is my favorite (the acrostic bit wrapped my way), it all goes to illustrate the difference in slant, doesn't it? This is why poetry is so exciting, especially for a rebel girl like me. :P
As always, amazing feedback via a comment, on high you are (yoda tone). :)
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I love Yoda. The best thing to come out of the Star Wars movie.
Well, I also mentioned I love how you've played with shee/she, but I just didn't like the way it was constructed in those 4 separate lines.
And yup! You're the poet. And I'm just one voice of many, so I'm not saying it is a Great Wrong or anything :)
And have a good day, you crazy girl <3
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Those four bits are the aurora in which one passes through to the realm of Shee and serves a rather important function in the story, at first I did not play around with acrostic forms, or stand out letters, yet my desire to create a portal within the already drawn circle was strong enough for me to play around creating a circle within a circle, a dream within a dream, or a dreamless dream.
Now I've done what I do not like to do, explain my poetry, I feel the words find the people and if one needs to fill in the back story, or explain a piece it's not a success (for me). As this is a 100 day challenge I expect to be churning out many that may not be Zingers. ;)
P.S. Yoda was and still is the Master.
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:)
Hey, I'm just someone. It's fine there is no full agreement between us. And you should not explain if you feel it doesn't fit your work, or how you like approaching it. But I do appreciate you taking the time, Niish <3
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Wow... this is.... just wow haha... I need to read through this a few times I think to soak it in. I love the arrangement of the letters... this is a new thing to me and it's got me experimenting!
Great work... I can't believe we still have another 95 days of this haha.. it's so awesome!
Keep up it ! Amazing paintings too! Really add an extra dimension to the imagery of the words.
With Love
Hart Floe Poet
<3
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Thank you, dear @hartfloe. :)
I think this is why poetry is so great, we get to let our hair down if we want, play, explore, find new ways to convey a thought, idea, word image... FEELINGS. ;) I never let other peoples ideas of what poetry is for them get in the way in finding what it is for me -- it's always fresh and always a blessing.
Thank you for your beautiful and supportive words here.
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Ah, the Sidhe, how steeped in history and myth they are! Once the fair and bright Tuatha de Danaan, now they dwell in the otherworld and are otherwise mysterious to us. They survive in many forms in our modern imaginations, and dwell still beneath the surface. I bet the thousands of years since they were banished underground feel like mere days to them, the immortal ones.
Lovely poem, I love when people talk about the fair folk. I love their history and mythical origins! I wrote a post about it some time ago...
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@skycae, We share this love and understanding the Sídhe. I grew up (early years) in an Irish household and the "Wee Fey" were always present for my Gran, she did not talk much, she just did, she left bread and things for them and I carried that into my life. I never leave the forest without making an offering, or let an esbat go by without feeding them, they are just part of my life, the liminal realms that I feel I have a certain access to peer into on occasion.
Thank you for stopping by. <3 Please let me know when you write or honor them in the future (via steemit), just so I do not miss it.
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I will try to! Here is my last post on them: https://steemit.com/history/@skycae/a-re-introduction-to-the-tuatha-de-danaan-the-ancient-invaders-of-ireland-and-fair-y-folk
Or should I say, their anscestors. There is mre to the story I should post about, but you can hear it all at bard mythologies on the web.
I often honor the benovolent spirits and those of the land. I am actually born on Imbolc, Brigits day and I really love her. It is a way of living for myself as well! I hope to see you around you seem awesome!
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