A raven greets me,
Here with my back to this stone.
Her name is Doom, and her blackbird’s
Gaze is familiar to me.
“A dog’s life you've lived, Hound of Culann,” She seems to say.
“And now a dog’s death you die.”
Serene and solemn I reach into my wounds
And tear the guts from myself.
The rage of the warp-spasm is gone.
It is not for anger that I suffer this mutilation.
Now, gore-lashed to the stone,
I break Doom’s gaze,
Raise my spear,
And die,
A man at last.
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Author:
Bigguy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2023 12:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Cú Chulainn's death was always pretty evocative to me.
- Category: Fable
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This poem seems very Celtic in nature hound of Cullan pup of Dael.
Found in the skull of Congachines.
Very interesting I liked the tone and particularly the lines " Serene and solemn I reach into my wounds
And tear the guts from myself. " It seems that it can have multiple meanings and makes one ponder.
Thank you very much! And yes it is heavily inspired by celtic myths and imagery.
I read some Old Irish tales in college... this is such a wonderful throw-back for me! Yes, they are vivid and earthy!
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy! I agree, Irish legends always had a special hold over me.
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