Category: Cavan

"And may you go safely, my darling"

16/5/2015

Another headstone in Blacklion.

Another song.

This one I had heard previously but more as a tune as opposed to a fully comprehended translation.

There is definitely something beautiful about the use of Irish.

“Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
Siúil go sochair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán”

Go, go, go, my love
Go quietly and go peacefully
Go to the door and fly with me
And may you go safely, my darling

Siúil A Rún (Trad.)

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Steadily he watches the meadow stall in a series of curtsied bows, then fall.

10/5/2015

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Some might consider it odd. Some might consider it a depressing thing to do.

Me. I’m different – not for the first and not for the last time. I enjoy walking in graveyards.

There are stories to be imagined from the writing on the headstone. I have learned a lot of history from dots started in cemeteries.

Some of the headstones are works of art that can be appreciated in their own right.

I started this an hour or so ago – I took that time to create a category called Cemeteries and went back to the archive adding the tag to blog entries.

There were quite a few blog entries inspired by what was found on headstones and in cemeteries. I have been introduced to songs by Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Harry Lauder - just from reading headstones and wondering as to the words.

Last June was my first trip to Co. Cavan. Early one morning, the message on this headstone at Blacklion was of such impact that it was photographed. Today I was going back through photographs and was reminded of this headstone.

The web provided a link to the poem which provided so much more than can be expressed on a headstone – a way of life; a time past; a family relationship.

Enjoy.

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The Black Pig's Dyke

16/7/2014

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Often, there are phrases or expressions that I will hear in conversation or on the radio which I do not fully understand the origin or the exact meaning. Most of the time, by reference to the context I can make a reasonable guess as to the implications. The rest of the time, the phrase does not really matter and so it gets filed in the mental junk mail folder.

When in Leitrim, a few weeks ago, I was reminded of one of these expressions. I could not even remember where I had heard it before but it definitely has been in that junk mail folder for a while – possibly from the play ‘At the Black Pig’s Dyke’ or possibly somewhere completely different and completely of origin lost forever.

The title of the art installation did bring a spark of recall and the internet did the rest.

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MIXED MESSAGES.

"And may you go safely, my darling"

Steadily he watches the meadow stall in a series of curtsied bows, then fall.

The Black Pig's Dyke

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