This article originally appeared in Air
n-Aithesc, vol III, issue II, August 2016
The Cailleach
“Ebb-tide has come to me as to the sea;
old age makes me yellow;
though I may grieve thereat,
it approaches its food joyfully….
I am Buí, the Cailleach of Beare;
I used to wear a smock that was ever-renewed…”
–
The Lament of the Old…