Fáinne Chladaigh
The sunlight dances
across the plains of my hand;
a delicate and sultry tango with
my skin.
It’s light is captured by the Claddagh’s embrace,
its crown sits regally as
it did upon the
Ríthe na Éire ‡
Today it sits upon
the heart the hands
cradling it like a newborn babe;
caressing and speaking softly to her.
The heart is pointing toward
the world, awaiting its
other half. Facing the world
with bold passion
she prays:
Cé a chliabhán dom mar a dhéanamh ar na lámha? †
Bold, yet…
Once before,
this heart has been
shattered by betrayal;
deception took her,
ravaging the gentle
beauty of innocence.
Shattered and anguished
she constructed a great
fortress. Vowing to never
give her trust so willingly
ever again.
Tá mo chroí istigh a chrá ualach ±
A strong soul,
encompassed by a
fragile heart. A heart
that awaits for the
embrace of one who
will take her shattered pieces
and fuse them together again.
A silent prayer
echoes across the hills
to be heard by one so
noble; One whose
heart so pure,
Mo ghrá, ag fanacht liom do glacadh. °
‡ - Kings of Ireland
† - Who will cradle me as these hands do?
± - A broken heart is my burden
° - My love, I await your embrace
