Author Archives: Eileen Neil

Out of the blue, she came with her silver wings, slicing through the unspun drifts of cloud, to rise higher than any bird was made to fly defying men, defying women’s place, defying gravity she flies, alone, across the wild … Continue reading →

I saw her again today, out there, scanning the horizon, her wild song calling them in. She was Kali, Ishtar, Isis and Athena, She was Gaia, Venus, the snake goddess, Minerva she knew why caged birds sang and now she … Continue reading →

In the beginning, your worth was the weight of your muscle Working the fields to be paid by the sack On your narrow strip, picking beans alongside old Charlie, and Ollie with her wide eyes squinting, and the rattle taggle … Continue reading →

Complete disorder; confusion ; anarchy; randomness; formless matter before creation of universe; greek god Chaos- the first created being giving birth to primeval gods. The idea is that the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in Argentina could cause a tornado … Continue reading →

On the green hill of Tara Mist and light intertwined into a web of gossamer enjoining every blade of grass into this shimmering sheet of diamonds. Green beyond green, intoxicatingly airy sanctuary of sovereigns and home of honeyed bees dripping … Continue reading →

Sometimes the primordial Shiva dances in a circle of fire, yet utterly serene Like the brass ringed statue on the cabinet brought back from India decades ago Nataraja* poised motionless and frozen half naked like some sort of sacramental offering … Continue reading →

“At times I felt so happy I had to quit” Carver R Tess Out on the field here at dawn, and the rippled grass and trees stood in small groups of ancient growth, huddling close and a grey mist, laying … Continue reading →

“I will arise and go now” Yeats W.B Innisfree             When it’s finally all finished, I dream of heading North Where the wild winds aren’t diminished Where the oceans swirl and roar Where the white … Continue reading →

The trees sway flowing loosely where the wind carries them Me, I dig my feet in against the gale till it snaps me asunder So I land like a dead leaf or an acorn ready to rot, or to germinate. … Continue reading →

Below the great gleaming Roundel of the moon Tonight I see my shadow Encircled By light Eileen Neil