My first foray into typography.
After I wrote this poem as an homage to the heroine of this tragic tale from ancient Ireland, I enjoy the tale of Deirdre more now that I have put some research and detail into it.
She was the daughter of the court poet of King Conchobhar of Ulster, and at her birth the court prophet foretold that she would be the fairest in the land but that kings and lords would war over her, much blood would be spilt because of her, and Ulster’s three finest warriors would be forced into exile for her sake and die. While the king’s army demanded that the baby be killed, King Conchobhar was taken by the description of her beauty and, not exactly thinking with his brain, decided to have her raised in seclusion, away from other men, and would marry her once she was of age. But things didn’t go as he thought they would…
Boudicca is one of many women who should have their stories heard; an insulted queen and a furious mother defending her daughters whom the Roman army raped. She nearly scared the Romans out of Britain.