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<\/a><\/div>\nOssian’s Grave<\/b>
* Cloghbrack * Cushendall * Northern Ireland *<\/i><\/p>\n
The fabled site of where the wandering poet, bard, and seer “Oisin<\/a>” is believed to be buried. Atop a hill overlooking the valley and down into the Glen as well as over the Channel to be able to see Scotland on a clear day, the location for this small megalithic tomb is spectacular. The Tomb faces East, South-east next to an oval cairn dedicated to poet John Hewitt. Oisin’s Grave \/ Ossian’s tomb is a small megalithic semi-circular court opening into a two-chambered burial gallery. The back chamber is composed of two sidestones at the southwest, a back or sidestone at the northeast, with a pair of transverse jambs higher than the other stones as if they may have been originally designed as portals. The Forechamber is in very poor shape with only 2 sidestones intact with a pair of portal stones. Within the chamber lies a fallen stone that may have been the displaced roof-stone. The large court dominates the tomb, but additional stones suggest that the court may have belonged to two periods, relating to a back chamber and subsequent fore-portals.<\/p>\n A great irish poet, John Hewitt was very impressed with Ossian\u0092s grave and the megalithic tomb that exists on this hill. So much that he wrote a poem about the site called \u0093Oisin\u0092s Grave: the horned cairn at Lubitavish, Co. Antrim\u0094. Because of this, a stone cairn in Hewitt\u0092s memory was constructed here in 1989 commemorating him as the \u0093Poet of the Glens\u0094.<\/p>\n beneath this landmark on the hill, This, stricter scholarship denies, I cannot tell; would ask no proof; Nearby in Glenariff Park<\/a>, there is a myth that Oisin had once tried to outrun a band of Vikings in this forest. When they closed in on him, he climbed down a steep gully, as just as he was about to plunge to his death, a mysterious grey rope-like column appeared, he grabbed on to it, and climbed up to safety. When he reached the top he found it to be the tail of a white horse grazing in the field above. He thanked the horse and asked for its help. She turned into a mountain mist, falling to the ground as water, thereby washing away the Norsemen who pursued him. This is now the waterfall in the park known as the “Grey Mare’s Tail”. (myth as told from Causeway Coast and Glens Myths Tour<\/a>).<\/p>\n Official information: http:\/\/www.doeni.gov.uk\/niea\/nismrview.htm?monid=1476<\/a>We stood and pondered on the stones
\nwhose plan displays their pattern still;
\nthe small blunt arc, and, sill by sill,
\nthe pockets stripped of shards and bones.
\nThe legend has it, Ossian lies<\/p>\n
\nasleep till Fionn and Oscar rise
\nto summon his old bardic skill
\nin hosting their last enterprise.<\/p>\n
\ndeclares this megalithic form
\nmillennia older than his time \u0096
\nif such lived ever, out of rime \u0096
\nwas shaped beneath Sardinian skies,
\nwas coasted round the capes of Spain,
\nbrought here through black Biscayan storm,
\nto keep men\u0092s hearts in mind of home
\nand its tall Sun God, wise and warm,
\nacross the walls of toppling foam,
\nagainst this twilight and the rain.<\/p>\n
\nlet either story stand for true,
\nas heart or head shall rule. Enough
\nthat, our long meditation done,
\nas we paced down the broken lane
\nby the dark hillside\u0092s holly trees,
\na great white horse with lifted knees
\ncame stepping past us, and we knew
\nhis rider was no tinker\u0092s son.\n<\/ul>\n<\/a><\/div>\n
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