I love your shy and gentle ways
swimming with the silver minnows
spashing in the rocky hollows
playing hide-and-seek with dragonflies
laughing with the water spider
wings like liquid rainbows
eyes kingfisher blue
soft and slippery water fairies
the mind can not easily hold you.
Here comes black-maned Pookha-woman
catch a ride upon her back
leaping down the narrow gorges
racing down the mountain side
overground and underground
past the dreaming forests
and crystal caves of goblins.
You are too subtle for the Witch of Whirlpool Tarn to catch
too clever for the cunning river-serpents to trick
with their games of rhyming riddles.
Where are you off to, so eagerly
this glorious sunny afternoon?
"Maidens are bathing by St. Brigit's Island:
we're going to splash them and make them blush
- thats why we're in such a hurry and rush!"
Fairies of the Waterways
I should have known from the looks on your faces
that you were contemplating mischief
- but where is your captain, where is your chief?
"Oh, he went on ahead, riding on a great oak-leaf:
he likes to put himself about a bit,
swaggering to Pike and Trout
- but we humble fellows must each grab a lock
of Pookha-woman's hair
if we're to make good time down the mountain stair.
But to splash bathing maidens we don't mind a bit
of rough and tumble
we're stout fellows all,
slippery water fairies ready for anything
- always ready to follow frivolous merriments call.