Dancing on Sliabh an Iariann

Darkness gives way to diaphanous folds
of golden cloud, daylight claims the mountain,

empurpling grey ridge with pink, fire in the risen sun
burns away the fog in my soul.

My teachers told me many things, the same mantra repeated.
‘Look to the sky.’

I painted white flakes through blue horizons,
rainbows of violet, blue, green, gold, orange and red,

Sunsets, flaxen as wheat, crimson as poppies,
dawn skies, day skies, night skies, stars,

till I became still and listened to my mind and body,
went to Sliabh an Iarainn and began to dance

under the moon through diaphanous folds of golden cloud