An dà shealladh

[billy]

i couldn't wait.

One-eyed winter, bent-backed hag, she
slopes across the shadowed corries,
harvesting the weak and wasted,
rinsing Alba with her wake.

I have seen her, outside in and
boiling through the mists of Mary’s
mildness, driving ice before her,
genesis beneath her feet.

Throw your words of he-said, he-said,
jealous black and whitely righteous,
onto fires of harvest’s ending,
Cailleach cannot see a cross.

Call the mists to veil the vistas
ancient under concrete scarring;
none may yoke her, land or lady:
she is threefold, she is one.

lots of Scottish references. i presume you wrote 'cailleach' and not 'the cailleach' to keep the meter.
i love the last line of the 1st verse
was lost with 'the one eyed winter' and all i can think of is the witches from macbeth, something i'm certain of considering it is rife with Gaelic lore. i'm not to well up on macbeth but this screams it. (it's okay if i'm wrong ) i think the imagery is great
the 2nd verse is my fave, it paints a personal picture.

if i had one small nit it would be the enjambment. mainly the 1st line. it is obvious it was done that way for meter and because of that it does work. it niggles a little as it does

it has that mystical allusion that a good poem about this subject needs.
i really enjoyed it, and more so i enjoyed deciphering it. jmo

ps loved the use of corries

thanks for a great read.