"Men are often overwhelmed by their own sexual prowess. Unfortunately most women can't seem to find out what's so overwhelming."
~ an AW Celtic Wise Woman we all know and love
Celtia was like a tree without bark,
before the coming of Fedelm.
She will bring new buds to deadwood,
her spirit races among the young trees.
Deer shall return to our forests
in her hope springs eternal!
Your children have faith in thee
We yearn for just counsel!
Fedelm is a young oak
with roots found deep in rich soil
She will grow strong and reach tall
We shall find our strength in her roots!
- Eoghain Cumhaill
Trí mairb direnaiter beoaib:
aball, coll, fidnemed.
Three dead ones that are paid for
with living things:
an apple-tree,
a hazel-bush,
a sacred grove.
- from Trecheng Breth Féne
(Triads of Ireland, #158)
Lullaby of the Cú-Sídhe
Gather ravens, son and sire,
Slumber in your nest of fire,
Rest yourselves in crimson gore,
Lulled into the task of war.
- Book of Amlaidh
Cú Sídhe band from mo ghrá Drust
Beyond the river the primitive still reigned in shadowy forests, brush-thatched huts where hung the grinning skulls of men, and mud-walled enclosures where fires flickered and drums rumbled, and spears were whetted in the hands of dark, silent men with tangled black hair and the eyes of serpents.
- Beyond the Black River by Robert E. Howard
