We have Ceitidh Campbell in the backroom today, our first woman Bard, I'm ashamed to say. Ceitidh is one of the current 'Champions' of the Scottish Poetry Library, commissioned to choose emerging Gaelic poets for the SPL's digital platforms. She is also responsible for addressing a glaring oversight in the SPL's list of Scottish poets by promoting the inclusion of Mary MacDonald, the poet from Bunessan, Mull, whose life spanned, just about, the whole of the 19th century, and at whose memorial my mother always insisted on stopping in the old days, whenever we were on the island of her own birth. During Mary's lifetime, another woman, Janet MacKenzie, of South Rona, having lost her husband, son, a brother and two brother in laws at sea, was given a pension by the Admiralty after making sure that, every night, a light showed in her window to guide ships. Ceitidh's poem here tells us that story. It's a striking image, and one very much for all times: a light in the window while the storm rages.
Here she reads Moladh Bean Rònaidh:
Thàinig am bàs air an t-sluaigh,
tubaist na mara a bha cho chruaidh.
Bhàthadh maraichean sa chuan
air beulaibh Bean thùrsach Rònaidh.
Ged nach b’ i ach banntrach bhochd,
gach oidhche las i solas còir.
Gun ìmpidh, gun ghearran, le earrann bheag ola.
Moladh Bean bhuadhach Rònaidh.
Fad còrr is fichead bliadhn’ ’s a trì
dheàrrsadh solais na mnà gun dìth,
chumadh na seòlaidearean bhon strì.
Taing, A Bhean thuigseach Rònaidh.
Fhuair ceannard an nèibhi litir bheag
bhon chaiptean a’ Chomet is thuirt e ris,
“Feumaidh sinn airgead a chur dhi.”
“Cò i?” “Bean shuicheanta Rònaidh.”
Eadar an taigh ’s an Acarsaid Mhòr
thall a Phortrìgh chaidh sòlas an ròis.
Gu bràth, bidh cuimhn’ againn air Seònaid.
Moladh Bean uasal Rònaidh.
Death ravaged the people,
maritime disasters that were so severe.
Sailors drowned in the sea
in front of the distressed woman of Rona.
Although she was only a poor widow
every night she lit a gentle light.
Without persuasion, without complaint, with a little store of oil
Praise to influential woman of Rona.
For over twenty-three years
the woman’s light shone without fail,
keeping sailors from danger.
Thanks, to the understanding woman of Rona.
The Lord High Admiral got a missive
from the Captain of the Comet which said
“We need to give her some money.”
“To whom?” The iconic woman of Rona.
The light from the peninsula shone between the house in Big Harbour
and over to Portree.
Forever, we will remember Janet
And praise the noble woman of Rona.
Hear the 5 Gaelic poets chosen by Ceitidh as part of the Champions project here:
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