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Veronica Heywood
Painting
Gwen McNamara
Poetry
THE VOYAGE OF BRAN

                                                                      A woman from unknown lands
                                                                      Sang on the floor of the house
                                                                      To Bran the son
                                                                      Of Febal:

Landscaped on
An evenings sun
In misty shade she hides
Magical tingling masts
Beckon Him to the harbour side

                                                                      An ancient tree
                                                                      There is with blossoms
                                                                      On which birds
                                                                      Call the hours.

I will dance and romance
To your chants,
My magical mystical seer
Queen of Maids from Ladies Isle
Beckons you to Brandon Pier

                                                                      Come hither on land
                                                                      O Bran Son of Febal
                                                                      Welcome is thy advent
                                                                      To Ladies Isle

Will Bran fear
The echoed shrill
Like a Gannet call
From the harbour wall
Her drawing near

                                                                      Honeysuckle cascading
                                                                      Over Brandon Pier
                                                                      Perfumes its Entrance
                                                                      Land of Youth-Tir Na Oige

I'll bathe with you
In misty shade
Imprint on the Night
Like a vessel seeking moist
Eternally lost in flight
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Copyright © Gwen McNamara


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"The Voyage of Bran I" - The Owenuafeana River flows from Mt. Brandon through Tir into Brandon Bay. Mixed media on paper, 14.5" x 21".  The oral tradition of story-telling is alive and well in the Kingdom.  A Brandon fisherman pointed out the estuary, telling me that it was the gateway to Tir na Oige.  Sitting quietly painting, behind the pier, a beautiful perfume wafted across, I turned to see honeysuckle cascading over the harbour wall.  A Gannet circled the bay, far from it's roost on Skellig Rock, gliding a few feet above my head.  They are symbols for the silver branch and the Woman from the unknown lands in my painting.

"The Voyage of Bran II" - The Island of the Gentle women, a rocky outcrop in the Cloghane Estuary with a row of giant erratics in alignment with Mount Brandon.  Mixed media on paper, 14.5" x 21".
The Gallery Behind the Falls, Winter 2001
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