Etain

Etain the shining one is sitting in an East Village bar with her fertile tattooed man, Eochaid. Etain re-born from second wife obscurity and jealousy arose from the 2nd Avenue stop of the F train to be a spectator to her fate. Seeing the Empire State Building on 33rd street luminescent blue under-toned red and yellow, she offered a prayer to her sister goddesses.

Eochaid thought he was a good enough chess player, he took on all challenges as a progenitor should. Midir, the classic GQ beauty had only to name the game. Eochaid’s mind was on copulation and sushi afterwards on 9th Street, he thought through his sperm but could not produce a new king. He moved his rook to a compromising position and Midir took the check then the mate. Etain the shining one. Celtic goddess of the moon.

Midir, her former husband, lord of the underworld, Wall Street on-line trader in soft commodities, hailed a cab and took her back to the Upper East Side—85th Street and Lexington Avenue.

Eochaid walks up 2nd Avenue to O’Conner’s on 14th street to watch a Knicks game and have a pint. He is gathering his seed for the spring when streets fill again, when Etain, Goddess of drowning in wine, flies, moon phases, and second marriages returns reborn.

photo: Paul Kemp