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Aine MacAodha ~ Poetry and Lens

Aine MacAodha

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Omagh, North Ireland, Ireland
Writer/poet,avid photographer with a great interest in Celtic Myths, Mysticism, crystal healing, orbs in photography, Chemtrails, the sky above and the beauty in the Irish landscape . I live in Omagh North of Ireland where the Sperrin Mountains are my inspiration in any season. I have three poetry books published titled 'Where the Three Rivers Meet' and 'Guth An Anam ~Voice of The Soul and my latest Published by Lapwing Press Belfast, 'Landscape of self'~ You can find my links at top of my blog.

Friday, 21 February 2014

My Ebook published by The Argotist Online. (free to download)

My collection 'Where the Three Rivers Meet' has just been published, get this free to download Ebook from The Argotist Online  Edited by Jeffrey Side.


"Where the Three Rivers Meet" is a collection of poems linguistically evocative of 17th century Irish Gaelic poetry, although written in English. The poems are rich with references and imagery that evoke the mythos of Ireland’s ancient history and Celtic traditions. The landscape is also figured, with an affection and respect, not only for its actuality but also for its vitality and mystery. In some respects, this poetry has a connectedness to the ancient traditions and concerns figuratively expressed in various earth religions, as well as in Celtic Christianity.


Below is a link to the full list of Ebooks published on The Argotist Online.

With thanks to Jeff Side Editor.

list of The Argotists Online Ebooks

Monday, 27 January 2014

Poem. Keepers

First published in A New Ulster ANU issue 10.


Nature collects things
is a hoarder of future finds.
stones on the riverbed
that memorize climate changes
on natures universal calendar
A simple hedgerow in Ireland
layered in various thorn
often reveal ancient things
beneath and around its presence
to a casual walker, a pile of
old stone from a wall badly erected
to others its natures way of
giving birth again to past ways.
often we forget in the moment
our lives so busy.
Nature collects things
even the wind whispers secrets
blown through the centuries
caught in the opened mind
of the one learning to listen.

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Seekers of truth

Seekers of truth

Truths like crystals lie buried under earth
under ancient oaks and long forgotten pathways
leading to the ocean.
In the songs of yesterday adrift on the spring mist
as I gaze out over the hills.
In layers of prayers petitioned
to the universal spirit.
In cosmic shifts of a soul’s migration
from way before birth
to beyond the end of life.
We seek it in books
in passing thoughts that nudge us
towards a face in the crowd.
In the faces of the old.
With others on the journey
truth emerges out of the dark
returning as the light

From 'Guth an Anam'


Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Bundoran, County Donegal (poem)

Bundoran, County Donegal

Embracing the salt curtain of the green Atlantic
sway to and fro towards me;
waves rest on the algae rocks rounded to a
smooth knob. Belts of seaweed find resting places
in pools of water clear as amber.
I hear the children’s screams from the ghost train
shuttling in the distance, but the Atlantic calls
me back towards it again. Stained by history,
there’s something about this ocean that calls
to me, healing my winter worn trunk.
Perhaps it’s there, deep in the blue where I’ll find
solace. Where old wrecks filled with tales
from when time began, uniting stories of inland
folk finding gods in the wilderness of boglands
and meeting goddesses of the deep.


Thursday, 8 August 2013

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Poem ~ Flame


It draws my eyes this little fire
with its uneasy soft flickers
and attempts to sizzle out
i hope it doesn't it's a good feel
to get lost in its movements
a conductor in tune with the ether
dancing against the beige walls
losing myself in thought i enjoy
this elevated moment in time
lost to the landscape of memory
and into the universe for someone else
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