{"id":717,"date":"2014-09-23T13:36:24","date_gmt":"2014-09-23T13:36:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=717"},"modified":"2014-09-23T14:34:37","modified_gmt":"2014-09-23T14:34:37","slug":"where-the-sidhe-dance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/where-the-sidhe-dance\/","title":{"rendered":"Where the S\u00eddhe Dance"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"According<\/a>
According to lore, a ring of mushrooms mark the spot where the faeries have danced in the cover of the fog, in Irish folk stories.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The grass grows green where the S\u00eddhe dance
\nUnseen by men in the fog
\nThe mushroom circle is kissed by the dew
\nRound the trees at the edge of the bog…<\/p>\n

The fool who walks the road at night
\nMisfortune on his kin does bring
\nFinds himself in the Underworld
\nA giant in front of the Faerie King<\/p>\n

“Why do you walk the forest walk
\nWhen the fog it strikes the ground
\nThe cloak for the Little Folk
\nWho neath it dancing are to be found?”<\/p>\n

“I am but a fool my King”
\nAnswers the terrified man, though tall,
\nI was drinking the health of my new born son,
\nNow I find myself in your hall…<\/p>\n

I’d give anything to hold my wife again,
\nSo see my new born son,
\nI never meant to spoil the merriment,
\nWoe the disturbance on it I put upon…<\/p>\n

The king took on a look of delight
\nA titter rippled over the place
\nHis queen, quite drunk, fell from her throne
\nApologising for her lack of grace<\/p>\n

Said the king, “I’ll trade you your infant son,
\nShould you wish to be free,
\nWe will place a changling in his cot,
\nYour son will be raised by me…<\/p>\n

“To my wife” begged the man, “say never a word,
\nLet me see my son once a year!”
\n“He will look on you as a proud stag”, the king said,
\nAs such a beast he will appear”<\/p>\n

So it went on for many years
\nHis wife never took to the child
\nSupposedly theirs, that seemed so strange
\nWith a wild look in his eyes…<\/p>\n

One day out shooting in the woods
\nThe man made at a shadow a quick shot
\nThe shadow was a stag, that turned into a boy
\n“My son!” he cried! – “I hope its not”<\/p>\n

But it was, as he buried his son in the darkened woods
\nFrom his wife he had to hold his grief
\nThey had no more children in the family
\nThe changeling made their happiness brief<\/p>\n

Bad tempered and quarrelsome, he did not fit in
\nFor he belonged to another word, it was true,
\nHis mother never understood him or tried to at all
\nHis friends they were very few…<\/p>\n

One day angered, the father took the changeling to the woods
\nAnniversary of the stags shooting set him in fury wild,
\nHe placed antlers on the boys head,
\nThen shot him dead, the Faerie Childe<\/p>\n

But when walking home, a fog came down,
\nCovered him like a cape,
\nThe more he ran, the more he was lost,
\nFor him there was no escape!<\/p>\n

He was back in front of the Faerie King
\nWho in anger, roaring before him shook…
\nHe would never escape the Underworld now…
\nAs the Changlelings life he had took!<\/p>\n

So, should you yourself in the woods yourself find…
\nWith a thick mist gathering there…
\nRun for your life from among the tree’s
\nAvoid such a fate as our friend was of unaware!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The grass grows green where the S\u00eddhe dance Unseen by men in the fog The mushroom circle is kissed by the dew Round the trees at the edge of the bog… The fool who walks the road at night Misfortune on his kin does bring Finds himself in the Underworld …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[267,76,256,168,169],"tags":[961,960,963,964,965,962,966],"class_list":["post-717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-celts-and-celtic-heritage","category-folklore-and-legend","category-irish-heritage","category-irish-legend","category-myths-and-tales","tag-fae","tag-fairy","tag-legend","tag-little-folk","tag-little-people","tag-myths","tag-wee-folk","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-bz","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=717"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":730,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions\/730"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}