Eireann—She Calls to Me
by Tina Cameron
The mist a shroud to feign her death
I’ve touched the bullet holes and wept
Her flame behind my eyes remains
I’ve felt her tremor in my veins
Her tears the spray that feeds the sea
I’ve heard her whisper on the breeze
She lies therein the dragon weed
I’ve kissed the ground beneath her feet
Her scars reveal the battle yields
Her song calls ‘round the heather fields
The blood her children spilt through time
She calls and I present my life
The crown has her in ghostly chains
Above the unmarked graves she reigns
Let her fool them with her disguise
She will deny them of their prize
Her holy cloak surrounds my soul
My aching heart betrays my load
She calls to me and I must go
My burning will tis not my own
My death to all will ring hollow
They made a cut they’ve never sewn
I’ve touched the bullet holes and wept
Her flame behind my eyes remains
I’ve felt her tremor in my veins
Her tears the spray that feeds the sea
I’ve heard her whisper on the breeze
She lies therein the dragon weed
I’ve kissed the ground beneath her feet
Her scars reveal the battle yields
Her song calls ‘round the heather fields
The blood her children spilt through time
She calls and I present my life
The crown has her in ghostly chains
Above the unmarked graves she reigns
Let her fool them with her disguise
She will deny them of their prize
Her holy cloak surrounds my soul
My aching heart betrays my load
She calls to me and I must go
My burning will tis not my own
My death to all will ring hollow
They made a cut they’ve never sewn
Tina Cameron writes poetry about Ireland only--that is her muse. "Eireann—She Calls to Me" is about the goddess of Ireland in ancient myth and her sadness at the continuing partition of the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland--she has sacrificed much and wants her people and land reunified.