A POET' S MASCOT [By Loppy Ears]

Domhnall Na Greine

Domhnall Na Greine [Daniel Of The Sun] was a bold boy at Brendan Kennelly's 'Body & Soul' Summer Festival,.2002. Donal Buckley [Daniel Boy ?] Actually 'Buachailleach', from 'The Herdsmen Brigade' at Tara. Mess Buachailleach, being the Mother of Conaire Mór, High King of Ireland. There was A black snake and a white snake standing on the tips of their tails at Tara. But these were allegorical at 'Bally' [Longford] on August 8th and spilled-over to 3pm on the 12th.   The problem, looking for a solution, began with the 'Mascot' he brought with him from Carrigtwohill. Another Poet, whose Poetry is, as yet, unwritten. 'Ma-Hone-Ey', the 'Cuisle Mo Chroidhe' ['Pulse of my Heart], 82 ycars pulsing and yolking 83. A native of 'Cúil Chaorach', 'Bally' [Longford]. He had a Turn or Phrase for a certain kind of 'Breaking of Wind'. 'The Blackbird' rose from a tin-whistle at the Crooked Cross. It teased the other blackbirds, perching and bowing to the 'Black Bush' evaporating.   Armed with a Bodhrán, He, 'The Pulse of My Heart', did a frenetic dance, in the 'Grey of Dawn' and washed Himself with Dew, before dining on salty bacon, cabbage and cabbage-water, all invested with suppliant prayer.   'Man Made of Rain' permeated 'Man Regurgitating Black Bush' and all stirred the Poetry Workshop into 'égrégore' led by John McDonagh from the Mary Immaculate Training College In Limerick. Donal wore a violet shirt and bawnneen socks dyed a rich yellow colour. The thirteen other people at the workshop wondered at thc bright colours, so, he explained. Dark purple and violet are at the two ends of the Colour-spectrum. Purple [with sacrificial conotations] is near the black earth. Black is not a colour. Violet, at the top of the spectrum.is a spiritual colour, near the white, which is not a colour, but. all colours are contained in it, and black is the absence of white.   Idcas were shuttlc-cocking like bees in an ancicnt White Monk's wild aviary and apiary. Ma-Hone-Ey became subject matter and they wondered at his frenetic dance. Words were weaving in and out through Oone-another, as swallows dipped, in the naked sunshine, and they suggested that Donal was a shaman too.   A swan, preening on the river, attracted thc workshop's attention for a while The growing,'égrégore', exchanged the theories that they mate for life and that they sing when they are dying. So, Donal interjected with 'The Song of The Dying Swan'. 'The Wild Swans of Coole' must have stirred Yeats, resting in His Pouch of Space; Their souls in the back of their poles stirring their eyes limpid with wonder.   But. Ma-Hone-Ey's problem was brewing again; A resolution for a solution; 'Thc Natural Irish Language Becoming Vulgar in Queen Bess's Bloom': 'A Black Ox Ate A Raw Egg In Heaven', and. that 'Certain Kind of Breaking of Wind' was muttered in quaint quarters, like spiders beam-compass eyes, breathing in their tapestry in frames. Ma-Hone-Ey gave The Queen A Lift. How much more, mercurial, can one get with Ma-Hone-Ey,droning, staring Himself in the Mirror of His Concentric Eye? His prayer an illusive ping-pong ball in a glass of grog.   The New Creations Game advanced with Yeats's Returning Gyres and Madame Blavatsky's two missing 'Keys' of Christianity; 'Re-incarnation & Karma'. Dionysius was invoked from Athens, 40AD. Saint Barnabas & Saint Ignatius of Antioch parted ways with Saint Paul. Is The Dionysiun, 12 Ordcrs, of Angels & Holy Beings. And 12 Orders of Devils & Un-holy Beings, Still, The Accepted Theology Of The Christian Church, Asks Donal. "As Far As I Know, I Think They Are".   Biddy Early's 'Blue Bottle',. Chromatherapy Formula, Was Exchanged in The Fragmented Sunshine. As thc 'Bodies With Souls' dispersed, Ma-Hone-Ey buzzed Poetic on the stool, and the Kerry Hills Echo. "THERE'S ONLY ONE MA-HONE-EY WITH LOPPY EARS". Copright © 2002 Donal Na Greine