#Haiku Happenings #4: Suzanne’s #tankaprose account of her encounter with the Tuatha de Denann!
Exhausted, I sat upon a mound on the Hill of Tara in Ireland. The light was golden and a soft breeze ruffled my clothes. The troubles I carried with me weighed heavily on my mind and without conscious thought I offered a prayer to the Great Whatever – a simple, instinctual cry for help.
Immediately I was transported to a mythic kingdom beneath the mound. Some alternate reality in a cavern where countless faery folk partied with complete abandon. Before I had a chance to withdraw and ponder my experience a tall elfish man in a glittering raiment of silver and sapphire blue separated himself from the group and came towards me.
“What do you want?” he demanded imperiously.
Intimidated by his manner I stumblingly explained my problem.
“Well, I don’t know what you expect us to do,” he jeered. “We are the Tuatha de Danann. We do not interfere…
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