MYTH & MEADOW ~ Miotas agus Muirbheach 

Where flowers remember,
and the land keeps its secrets.

I gather flowers before they fade
and press them into memory, 
little fragments of Meadows, Salt Marshes, Moors, Woodlands, side streets, holding stories, meanings and magic.

I have always felt flowers differently.

Through my synaesthesia,
I hear their colours as music.
Each bloom has its own song,
its own rhythm,
its own secret language.

Here, folklore and mythology meet
the wild places, 
where dreams brush against waking,
where forgotten spells linger in the grass, amongst the Heather, Sea. 
and where the ordinary world
becomes briefly enchanted.