Cead Mile Failté
Welcome to Crann Bethadh Short Stories and Poetry
I have a mixed bag of stories and a poem for everyone this week. But first, let me get my adverts out of the way.
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A little about me for those first time readers, I am of Irish descent and a self-professed Seanchaí, an Irish storyteller. I want you to imagine we are sitting together under the village oak tree, Crann Bethadh, which is Gaelic for The Tree of Life. While gathered here, I will read to you fictional stories and poetry from writers I have found from around the world in Medium.com, with their permissions.
The idea is for me to collect fictional stories and poetry through the week and read them to anyone who cares to listen. I want to introduce the writers to the outside world beyond Medium.com and maybe attract a few more subscribers who like the stories and will come back for more.
As far as Substack readers, unless you have a Medium.com subscription, any links I used to provide were useless to you so I have stopped including them. I will, however, list the titles of the stories and poems here in case you with to find them for yourself. The links will be available in a copy of this newsletter at my website www.crann-bethadh.com
I have seven stories and one poem for you today. Most are very short. The first two are about gods and goddesses, then, a poem about trees, a story about death, the second story about little Gilda from Jonathon Sawyer, a fantasy story about an arena of death, a story of black market desperation, and a story of a magikal reunion.
Scent of Gods’ Pity
By David Pahor
The Great Goddess Gazes South
By David Pahor
Trees
A Poem by NetQPoetry
The Hand of Death
By Brandon Ellrich
Lost Love Laments Loudly
Gilda, take two…
By Jonathon Sawyer
The Arena
Built for combat. Built for human entertainment. They never built us for love. Yet here we are.
By H.R. Parker
One, or Two?
The deal is for two, is she had the money she would buy all six.
By Harry Hogg
A Magickal Reunion
Sometimes, it IS possible to start over
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry
I hope you enjoyed this week’s episode. I try to offer everyone a variety of different fictional stories and poetry so that maybe something that touches the heart or gives you goosebumps in the night.
My parting song for this week is titled If I were a Blackbird by Barley Bree in The Best of Barley Bree album
As I say good bye this week, I wish to leave you with this Irish blessing as you go about your day. “May your blessings outnumber the Shamrocks that grow. And may trouble avoid you wherever you go.” Slán go fóill.
Until next time. Sláinte
T. Ó Domhnaill — Gaelic Seanchaí (storyteller)
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