August 29, 2009

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  I, Dorelei          Celtic            The Belted Woman

   

  Earth Mother and her husband Sun Lugh got along very well. At least at the first. But argued now and then because men and women are different.

   

     Dorelei became the Gern-y Mhain of her Thain, even though she was only 16. Tallfolk fearer all Prydn for it was known that the Prydn were of a magical sort of being

   

   

  So she sang of song of sweetness, of such soothing smoothing words

   

  A`s knows ways of viciousness too, for else we’d all be slaves

   Firsr daughter became Gern-y Fhain, for mother grew too old

  Dorelei was her name, forsooth and unquestioned matroness; the best

  With only two husbands she had to hold together their small fledging budding nest

  Beauty was her showing, but quick of mind was her best.

  One day she was stolen, but that lasted not too long.

  Her new husband feared for his very life and soon left her alone

  Why?  The challenge. She be’est  less that half his size. He was a tallfolk unlike the tiny Prydyn. She battled him in the way known then. Belted together a few feet apart.

  He with his longsword.;  she with her hardest of hearts. He never could touch her, and she kneweth no fear.  She with her sharp long fingernails and a tiny bronze knife.  She was quicker than a cat by far. He laughed,  She grinned.. He quickly learned fear.  She lost not her grin.  She slashed  him in two dozen tiny cuts, he lost blood and grew weak, till he finally yielded, and then took an oath that he would never even look her way, for then she’d have to kill him. It all worked out; not even hatred.  For she was Gern-y fhain. And queen of the mysteries   Dorelei, Dorelei;  where be you now?  Not 'where', I supposeth;  AAhh, but 'when?'  She be at the Last Rainbow, crossing that bridge.
  

  grey                 with great accolades to Parke Godwin  from The Last Rainbow
  

   

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