Albion, Art, Books, mythology, Stuart France

The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…


…So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart

until she was ready for Connavor’s bed.


No one was allowed into her enclosure

save her foster-mother, her foster-father,

 and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist.


 One winter’s day when Deirdru’s foster-father was busy

 skinning a milk-fed calf, outside, to cook it for her, a

 raven flew down and drunk up the blood from the snow.


“I could love a man with those colours,”

 mused Deirdru dreamily, “raven-black hair,

blood-red cheeks, and a body white as snow.”


“Why, luck and success on you,” said Leborcham,“for

 such a man is not far off, Neesh, the Son of Ushna, fits that

description, he and his brothers Ardan and Ainle are together

 renowned, as the three valorous lights of the Ulstermen, for their

 musical battle-cry, their speed in hunting, and their skill in weaponry. ”


In that case,” said Deirdru, “I shall pine until I see Neesh!”…