Bean Nighe dreaded and feared
Washed my beloved’s shirt one night
She bent over the rocks
And dipped in the cloth
A steady, rhythmic in and out
I had walked to the river
Though my love was to come
But I chanced upon the Bean Nighe
She sang to me…
Though it was for him
“So do leing, so do leine ga mi higheadh.”
“It is your shirt, your shirt that I am washing.”
I stood in horror
And watched in fascination
Again and again a rock she used
A glance from the Bean Nighe
Sent me running for home
For the light and the warmth I crave
When I stumbled and lurched
And fell upon
My own true love’s still form
Laying in his soaked stained shirt
No more. No more.
Author notes
`~fairies and magical things~`
Bean Nighe is the Scottish version of the Irish Bean Sidhe or Banshee. But it is considered a fey.
Written April 14th, 2006
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great
Yes indeed well written great flow an excellent read thank you for sharing it. mike -
aww this is a really good poem, different but good
well good luck xXxalixXx
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