While this is officially my 30th and qualifying poem of NaPoWriMo, it is far from the last in this ongoing epic of Irish mythology. If you’ve enjoyed my narrative so far, please stay tuned for the continuation of this project! I wager we’re only about halfway through… so with that, sonnet #21:
- The Appeal
Enlivened were the King and Queen to see
the face of fae among their roaming kin,
for days of grief outweighed their days of glee
since Angus and his song of love grew thin.
If faery feasts were liberal in their spread,
this mortal banquet proved more lavish still:
a week had passed in wine and meat and bread
before the delegation spoke their will:
the Dagda told the rulers of their plight,
of how his son’s distress had been evinced
by want of Caer, the goddess in the night,
the daughter of a Connacht faery prince.
He asked them, by their grace and ruling hand,
to bend the Father-Prince to their command.