What is this battle?

Question

Battle*


Father...do not worry for me today. Sleep for a time, as I.
Gather the Cedars and Rock around you.
Be content.
Be still for a short while.
I have gathered branches of Yew and Water of the Mother...
I have gathered History and compassions of Women
Who stand guard under evergreens in Winter. I have found
The Rowan Tree.

Father...do not guilt me with future knowledge. I learned...
Of children, who run under the darkness of Osiris,
Brave to play in rain that has showered madmen. Children
Who do not know that skulls smile, that water redeems
Without Baptism. That everYou loved them.

Father...do not send my mother. Dead trees do not give
Shelter. Nor rocks, water. I drown content. Do not interupt.
Stay as you are...fragments and laughter.
Do not send the woman of dry plains and dust...spiders and
Guile. Beads and acid...she would
Surrender.

Father...send the Unicorn that did not die, the white raven, and
A martyr who does not rule from the tomb...I have Battles to
Attend...Predators to contain...Foundations and Pits.

Father...do not worry for me. Today. Perhaps tomorrow, when
The Beast escapes and becomes...
Roses.
When Hell disappears, and there is only Heaven. Dealing with
Only Angels is dangerous. In that Heaven is darkness...and
Demons of innocence.

Father...there is Battle at hand. Know that I have slept under the
Hills of Changlings...worn Gold.
Drowned in the waters of unfortunate captains and whistling
Dolphins. Drowned in the folly of waiting women, taken to foam
And tides.
Do not ask.

Gather to the Cedars and Rock. Rest for a short while. Be content.
Women stand guard for you under the darkness of trees. I have
Sent the Mother to watch.
I know where you are. Be content. Do not worry or ask.
I wear Ancient Armor.

It will be Time, shortly.
I stand under the evergreens, waiting and watching.
The Lady of the Rowan Tree stands near, watching...
Waiting.
Father...Battle is at hand.
Father...it is Time.

Answer 1

This sounds very Celtic to be; the mother of a friend of mine told stories such as this. It is like the battle of the faerie against the invasion of humans... and the last guardian of faerie was left on the Earth to protect it from the human. The last guardian of faerie was named Arafel. This reminds of a verse written by C J Cherryh....

The days of magic were dying, the era of Man had dawned. Yet in one small place the Faery power prevailed, in one quite wood its bright force shone still. For the forest of Ealdwood wove a time different from elsewhere, and amongst its glades and thickets dwelt one with more patience, more pride and more love of the earth than any other being in that troubled world. In the depths of Ealdwood dwelt Arafel, last queen of the Daoine Sidhe...

Answer 2

Sounds like the battle of Christianity vs Paganism, but it's a bit confusing in your poem. The rowan tree has much ancient mythology attached to it among the Celts and the people of northern Europe, but it was also planted in churchyards to ward off evil spirits. Christianity has never been free of superstition. Still, the poem itself draws the reader into the strange and mystical atmosphere of the past before Christianity existed. I've read it several times and keep finding more

Answer 3

As for being specific about the name of the battle, I cannot tell you. To me it seems like the battle for life - to go on living or to give up and die and the person narrating is waiting for what will come.

Answer 4

Father, the ultimate battle is at hand
Mother, I know your pain is real
The people of manufacturing and
other activities are destroying your
land even as we speak and live
for tomorrow may never come again
Father, I beg of you to help save
what is Mother's own to survive.......

Answer 5

My first thought was Camlann but, on re-reading the poem that doesn't seem right. Perhaps Baden Hill? The theme feels Arthurian.

Answer 6

I'm not good at this, but I'll try since i also caught myself reading it over and over, it was very good.
I'm gonna say its a Mother nature fighting off mankind's cruelty/pollutions. Battle of Life

Answer 7

Nice

Answer 8

from siddhartha by herman hesse it is the story of a young man who battles with himself between good and evin, $$$ versus the freedom of poverty. inner contemplation and all that stuff.

go pats

Answer 9

From what the text says it seems to allude to the Crusades.

Answer 10

life over death