I feel sometimes especially around the time of the full moon that I need to embrace my Celtic side. The North of Ireland (Ulster being its ancient name) had and still has strong connections with Scotland and the kingdom of Dal Raida stretched from the east coast of Ulster to the west coast of Scotland before losing touch due to the raids from my other side of the family The Vikings. Here is a little poem about the Triple Goddess of war The Morrigu. They could decide who was victorious in battle and would often take the form of crows so be polite to any crows you happen to see or Fea (Hateful) Badbh (Fury) or Macha (Battle) may curse you with a bad hair day or something.
3 crows fly high up ahead,
Circling the fighting, wounded and dead,
Giving all they meet black dread,
To young man, ghey or newly wed,
We'll feast on yer bones we sisters 3
4 Morrigu are vicious crew,
They'll kick fuck out of you .................. Boo!
I like to show my sensitive side with poetry it gets me the weemen.
Speaking of which I listened to the Duran Duran Duran song Ordinary World the other day and its quite a pretty song, its been kicking about for a few years. Now after seeing this picture of the lead singer Simon Le Bon I can no longer enjoy the song as I picture this. I wonder if I'll be the only one.Latest OBB News Up-Dates
