A trail of blue between rows of dark columns
greeted me at sunrise
and anything that I could hope to write in its praise
flew out from my mind,
a wild sequestered spot
where colonnades of lava in the middle layer cooled
and were said to be responsible for the formation
of The Cave Of Melody 
which according to legend is located in the Inner Hebrides
of Scotland.
I felt my blood pressure rise as the story unraveled,
“here slept Fionn
disguised as an infant by his lady love
to dupe his rival Benandonner
so that
he in turn fled and, in the process, ripped apart
the causeway,
formed of basalt and towering in close symmetry
one would feel the voices
calling beneath the water sweet belong to sirens,
as melancholy descends
like a blanket of impenetrable darkness
when Sadbh in truth bore Fionn a child,
only to transform into a deer and separate for many years,
perhaps that is the reason
we mourn loss of bliss in this lonely place.”
Listen closely,
as the voices sound and the cave is lit in an orange glow.

 

Photo credits: Fingal’s Cave, depositphotos

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads