K is for Kelpie


The Bard’s Song of Meadhbh and Ciaran


his hooves drummed a rhythm upon the dark earth

only against the the star dappled sky could any hint of him be seen

but his call rocked the timbers in the walls

shaking loose the fears of those that dwelled within

and she knew what he sought

felt the seduction that rode the shore searching

tied to the frosty highland air and its frozen soil

she fought the threads of attraction

stretching from her soul to the call he sent out to her

every eventide when the black of the loch

was indistinguishable from the air around it

for the bard had foretold of their tale

before the season of their birthings

it was sung of at the gatherings

she had known from childhood that the

maid in the tale wore her clothing,

looked out of her eyes

if none other understood its meaning

her hesitance came not from fear

for she already knew the ending

but to leave a lifetime behind is not done easily

with each rising on the moon he became

more insistent,

the thread grew stronger,

the call more compelling

fields barren with the lengthening cold and dark approaching

she made ready for her departure

not that she had need of things

but burned in her heart was a desire to make the

burden of her loss less

for those who had nursed her to womanhood

on the eve of Samhain as they hunkered in their beds

against the chilled night air she let the door slide closed behind her

running barefoot she tore her garments

abandoning the cloak of her life

in the ebony stillness he could not be heard

she knew this was of no matter

she felt his anticipation

was now free of more than just her clothing

his black eyes reflected in the dark

two shining moons


the moment her flesh rested against his broad back he sprung away

they rode free along the shore

with each stride the joining became more tangible

before the first hint of another sun rose on the horizon

they were gone

the surface of the loch mirror smooth

giving no hint of their passing



Kelpie: The kelpie is a supernatural water horse from Celtic mythology. It is believed to haunt the rivers and lochs of Scotland and Ireland; the name kelpie possibly is derived from Scottish Gaelic cailpeach or colpach “heifer, colt”


This is this weeks submission to ABC Wednesday


  1. Great image, and an even better Poem. I could feel the dark muscles of the Water Horse in your words, with the smooth feminine thread that tied the words together. Beautiful, you could make a story from what you have here. 🙂


    1. Thanks Cap’n – I thought you might be drawn to this one. 😉

      Actually the thought of a story had crossed my mind…

      I love mythology – especially Kelpies and Selkies and the like – oh and I LOVE anything to do with Scotland and the Highlands/Highlanders.

      Now isn’t he just yummy enough to eat !!


  2. What a compelling poem…”burned in her heart was a desire to make the… burden of her loss less”… Archetypal in its call for transformation… or is it just an escape fantasy? 🙂


      1. I can see how transforming can enable an escape from the old… but escaping does not necessarily lead to transformation… or does it…? Perhaps you are right, Jo. 🙂


    1. He’s not as scary as he looks – it’s all that water gives him a frightening countenance I think. Though legend has it that they eat their riders – well mine is more lover than eater…


  3. You are a true Kelt at heart. I love Scotland too , because it looks like Norway and New Zealand. I was once in Scotland, once in NZ and very often in Norway. I am very much interested in the Celtic areas in GB. We often stayed in Cornwall and several times in Wales.
    Thanks for sharing these videos with us.
    Thanks for your visit and for the address you gave me. It’s indeed a very nice blog.


    1. Hello again Wil – great to see you here. 🙂
      I think it is the Irish blood that still runs in my veins. But I adore the Celtic mythology. It is so rich and has so many facets to it. And – there is something about a man – a big, bloody, brooding Scot that sends my blood trilling…


  4. I am often in Australia as my youngest daughter lives in Queensland, Cooktown. I have never seen the big red kangaroo but I saw plenty wallabies, and I know a woman who looks after orphaned joeys. They are quite tame.Thanks for sharing your stories.


  5. That poem was intense. I agree, what a story that would make. Just…wow! They eat the rider? I did not know this, but perhaps if your words are at all accurate, this too would be an equisite experience. As a moth to a flame. Some say that moment is bliss. Write it, write,

    p.s So are you going to write it?


  6. Mystical marvel. I’m glad your kelpie is a lover and not an eater. A local valley here has a banshee legend but the deep water and rising screes would make perfect kelpie country.


        1. Okay – yeah we do have legends.

          The Bunyip is an aussie one that I am researching at the moment.

          Fascinating is the Bunyip !!
          But I have a love affair going with Celtic mythology at present.
          However, I am a fickle woman – so that could change at any moment.


  7. Great Poem… and do you know I had never heard of the Kelpie.. you live and learn… and I love it when I find out something I didnt know….. And I have visited a few lochs in Scotland.. and didnt even get to see Nesse
    Hope you are well Jo…


    1. Hi Sue,
      Lovely to see you here again.
      It was only recently I learned about kelpies – I was actually looking up kelpie dogs – I had one for 17 years – and well, I found this legend and then got completely sidetracked as I do.
      Scotland is on the bucket list. What a fascinating place it must be – where in Scotland did you go to ?


      1. Many places over several years of trips… Oban, Fort William.. Isle of Sky, Loch Lomond.. and Loch Ness Glasgow, and many more names of places lodges somewhere in this grey matter LOL..
        Arrrh to your Kelpie 17 yrs is a long long time to say goodbye to a dear friend… Wishing you well 🙂 x


        1. It all sounds wonderful.
          It was very hard to say goodbye to Tia.
          I had her before I had the kiddiewinkles – she was the MOST amazing dog.
          I have never known an animal with such a beautiful nature.
          Her soul was pure and perfect and I think of her everyday of my life – I feel blessed that for part of my existence she was a force in it. 🙂


  8. A very powerful magical and mystical creature and the stories are so much like that of mermaids and unicorns, rising from the deep!! Brrrrr…. shudder at the thought of being dragged down by one of them!! I hate being lured, and this often happens when salesmen come knocking at the door to con me with all kinds of things!! 🙂 Thank you for the excellent topic you shared for K-day!!


    1. It is a wonderful legend – but like most legends it has its harsh side. Still, my Kelpie isn’t planning on killing or eating her…he has very different intentions. LOL


  9. Glad to see you share,

    your piece is very deep and entertaining, wow, some amazing stuff in the comments too.

    bless you.

    Happy Belated Halloween.


    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and for taking the time to comment – love that you did. 🙂 Yes – the comments get interesting on here at times – love that too.


    1. Thank you so much – I am honoured – I will write about it soon – but I have just done an award post so I may leave it for a little while – please don’t think that means I am not thrilled with this and with your thinking of me.


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