Tracing the Sources
Large boat-shaped kerbstone
At the back of passage mound
Traced with multi patterns
Spiral, horseshoe, oval and
Concentric, chevron on the
Double, diamond-like, absence
Of the sundial but band of plain
To separate or join, like shafts
Of light in tomb, December
I imagine all the little stones
As souls going home from
Boyne to farthest shore
Their boatman long a-coming
Perhaps they wait reforming
The Keepers of the Mound
The Shapers that surround this
Earthen cavern, womb of
Corbelled roof
The basin bones warmed in the
Glow from granite, quartz and
Old greywacke when the sun
Shines low and dark gains upper
Hand but not completely. I come
In summertime to savour here
This sense of ancient ritual
To ponder on our human history
Life, death, dreams and destiny
The river ripples on, Bó-anne(áin)
Like Inny, Camlin, Shannon
Its source in Trinity of Carbury
One source among the many
My thoughts go back
To source contributories from
Springs and channels of our
Cosmic story of fifteen billion
Years through ocean of Eternity
Rose Moran