watched a documentary on Loughareema, the vanishing lake - a lake on limestone with a peaty floor, and a sinkhole deep into limestone caverns below which gains a plug of peat, until the runnoff from the granite uplands wash it away and the lake vanishes - until it fills again. Only, being in Ireland, the fae solution seems much realler than scientific truths.
Loughhareema’s there tonight
In time for midnight revels
And yet, by dawn
‘Twill all be gone
With nought but peaty levels
Loughareema’s shining now
And from its portal deep
The Sidhe are here
Through water clear
While mortals shift in sleep
Loughhareema floods the pass
The causeway watery now
Keep mortal men
From faerie glen
In quagmire and in slough
Loughareema’s gone again
Down to its peaty floor
Their revels spent
All fair folk went
Till it should rise once more.
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