ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
literature
The Conachlonn
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
The conachlann is a simple bardic form of chain verse. The last word of one line, starts as the first word of the next line. You have a bit of slight leeway, as you will see in the examples. This is a medieval Irish poetic form.
Amergin's invocation of Ireland is a very famous conachlann.
Ailim iath n-erend
Ermac muir motach
Motach sliab sreatach
Sreatach coill ciotach
Ciotach ab eascach
Easach loc lindmar
Lindmar tor tiopra
Tiopra tuath aenach
Aenach righ teamra
Teamair tor tuatach
Tuata mac milead
Mile long libearn
Libearn ard Ere
Ere ard diclass
Eber dond digbas
Diceadal ro gaet
Ro gaet ban breissi
Breissi ban buaich
[Be nadbail heriu]
Herimon or tus [hir]
hir Eber ailseas
Ailim iath n-erend
(The poem translated, translator was unattributed on the web)
I invoke the land of Eire:
much coursed by the fertile sea.
Fertile is the fruit-strewn mountain
fruit strewn by the showery wood showery is the river of waterfalls
of waterfalls by the lake of deep pools deep is the hill-top well
a well of tribes is the assembly
an assembly of the kings is Tara
Tara of the hill of the tribes
the tribes of the sons of Mil
of Mil of the ships -
Like a lofty ship is the land of Eire
lofty land of Eire darkly sung
dark Eber’s incantation
an incantation of great cunning
the great cunning of the wives of Bres
the wives of Bres of Buaigne
but the great Eire -
Eremon has conquered her.
I, Amairgen, have invoked for her.
I invoke the land of Eire.
Here is a modern example of a conachlann that I pulled from a Celtic poetry forum.
Conachlonn Anam: A Prayer by Ben
Only because of the Tuatha De Dannan do I draw breath
From first breath to last breath
Breath of spirit
Spirit that gives Life
Sustainer of Life, she who is the Land
Land of shining mountains
Mountains of my birth
Birth of song
Song churning in my blood
My blood the Land
The Land of Elder Gods
The Elder Gods giving my breath
Only because of the Tuatha De Dannan do I draw breath
Amergin's invocation of Ireland is a very famous conachlann.
Ailim iath n-erend
Ermac muir motach
Motach sliab sreatach
Sreatach coill ciotach
Ciotach ab eascach
Easach loc lindmar
Lindmar tor tiopra
Tiopra tuath aenach
Aenach righ teamra
Teamair tor tuatach
Tuata mac milead
Mile long libearn
Libearn ard Ere
Ere ard diclass
Eber dond digbas
Diceadal ro gaet
Ro gaet ban breissi
Breissi ban buaich
[Be nadbail heriu]
Herimon or tus [hir]
hir Eber ailseas
Ailim iath n-erend
(The poem translated, translator was unattributed on the web)
I invoke the land of Eire:
much coursed by the fertile sea.
Fertile is the fruit-strewn mountain
fruit strewn by the showery wood showery is the river of waterfalls
of waterfalls by the lake of deep pools deep is the hill-top well
a well of tribes is the assembly
an assembly of the kings is Tara
Tara of the hill of the tribes
the tribes of the sons of Mil
of Mil of the ships -
Like a lofty ship is the land of Eire
lofty land of Eire darkly sung
dark Eber’s incantation
an incantation of great cunning
the great cunning of the wives of Bres
the wives of Bres of Buaigne
but the great Eire -
Eremon has conquered her.
I, Amairgen, have invoked for her.
I invoke the land of Eire.
Here is a modern example of a conachlann that I pulled from a Celtic poetry forum.
Conachlonn Anam: A Prayer by Ben
Only because of the Tuatha De Dannan do I draw breath
From first breath to last breath
Breath of spirit
Spirit that gives Life
Sustainer of Life, she who is the Land
Land of shining mountains
Mountains of my birth
Birth of song
Song churning in my blood
My blood the Land
The Land of Elder Gods
The Elder Gods giving my breath
Only because of the Tuatha De Dannan do I draw breath
© 2004 - 2024 poetic-forms
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
It looks fairly challenging,i think i'll give it a shot.
Angsty poetry and medieval poetic forms...this will be fun
Angsty poetry and medieval poetic forms...this will be fun