Alchemisland

Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs

Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs

Satires they penned could legacies strip

Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits

The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich

Benbulben of the doors is the sacred Obelisk’s benben tip

Egyptian princess’ ancient grave, her provenance eludes history and consensus divides

Amun who sang on benben whose song recessed the tides

I see the silhouette of half a crow, Morrigan she visits me

The Gods the Gods that give us fire, alive beneath the sea