Lots of interconnected
Rings of folly light that glimmers
Just beyond Apollo
Where the Tiny Titians descend
Like Fionnula, Aodh, Fiachra and Conn,
Upon a cross of convoluted lines and swirls.
I was told it was made by faeries
Who danced in celebration upon
Buttercups and daises
At the notion of my presence,
And so they gathered their trinkets from the stars.
With a hammer and a petal they shaped its ridge
Its vertical height and horizontal partner that
Collide in battle
Ares rages like a foul unruly dead.
I was told it was a guardian
The symbol to keep me safe
And so it is a lifeline to depend.
Apollo in its ever glowing tide
And roars its lightened colour to the sand
Three centuries shall pass, around her Aiobh shall cast her light again.