Swan Song ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 18

Marlfield Lake, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary
Marlfield Lake, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary

As December draws to a close, I always find myself thinking more and more about swans. In part,  this is about a search for light but , for me, swans are the most elegant carriers of both sadness and hope. There is always a sadness associated with a year ending ~ especially if the year has seen the passing of loved ones. However, each new year holds the promise of  beginnings.

Yesterday evening, I went down to what I call ‘Swan Lake’ in Tramore, which is close to the Majestic Hotel,  in the hope of seeing the swans congregated as I had seen them last weekend at beautiful Marlfield Lake in Clonmel.  I was stunned to find that the lake was swanless and went home with a leaden heart. Then this morning, as I headed to the beach, there they were flying high over the Prom.

What magic! And, of course,  yet more thoughts of  the Irish legend of The Children of Lir and these lines from W.B. Yeats’ famous poem  The Wild Swans at Coole :

The bell-beat of their wings above my head,

Trod with a lighter tread.