This is a poem I wrote for a Danelaw that had an Irish theme, Cattle Raids to be precise. The oglacha is an apprentice version of the dan direach form, which is allowed more liberties. I attempted to follow dan direach conventions as strictly as possible, with the exception of meter, my Achilles heel.
Oglacha for a Fall Day
Sundered stones scudding across the sere sky
Skystorm clouds clad the clear cold day
Day calm like this I can see to a bold high heaven
High heaven far flung for other men made
Men made for the coppery clang and clash
Clash and clamor of a Cooley cattle raid
Raid red rough and bright brilliant
Brilliant shields shining sunbright
Sunbright underneath a distant dawn
Dawn here had the calm air chill
Chill cold simple scent of slaughterhouse
Slaughterhouse smell of warm wet animals
Animals sickly steaming above the cool stone
Stone sluiced savage, close clung with messages
Messages marking high heaven indeed is for other men
Men unweary, men unlike this troubled troubadour
Troubador troubled by the lonely lowing
Lowing lost kyne cast upon the sundered stones.