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. --Amergin
The Connachlan form repeats the last word of one line as the first line of the next, or repeats a series of words at the heart of one line as the first of the next. In many cases, this is much clearer in the Gaelic:
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
Compare:
Ermac muir motach
Motach sliab sreatach
Sreatach coill ciotach
Ciotach ab eascach
Easach loc lindmar
| 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 |
As a form which is easily seen as well as heard, it is an excellent choice for the "beginner bard." Also, and more importantly, as a form which constantly builds upon itself and tends towards a circular motion, it is an excellent way of building energy, serving as an excellent example of how poetry fits into magick and ritual.
From our rites, composed by our Taliesin:
Thought becomes word,
Word becomes form,
Form of sun and moon;
Moon, mother of rising melancholy;
Rising motion of changing birth;
Changing, face of dream;
Dream, child of inspiration,
Inspiration in crystalline thought;
Thought becomes word,
Word becomes form....