Sunday Blue Moon Blogging by Hecate

If you didn't get outside last night to see the absolutely amazing pearly, luminous, celestial white moon, go see it tonight, it'll still be @ 98 % full. For my money the full moon is always lovlier on months, such as this, with a second dark moon, variously known as a blue moon or a Sidhe moon. Here's some Yeats in honor of the Sidhe:

THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE

by: William Butler Yeats

THE host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.

Comments

[Tehanu]

One of my favorite poems! "Empty your heart of its mortal dream...." Thanks for reminding me!