Noli timere

Redemption comes at such a cost
Freezing winds off the Irish sea
Blow me away from hearth and home
At such a cost - loss pressing on loss - 
Yet still the winter-birds sing,
Seemingly, so carelessly,
And we know it costs them their whole life
To fly this way and sing and eat and build and build.
Yet still this merely human, framed of earth, 
Cannot scrape away the curse of discontent: 
Sitting solid as a rock, squatting squarely 
On my chest where a bird would build a nest
Then fly high, high into the blue skies of summer
So far, far away from this deep and dark complacency. 

 

Seamus Heaney's sons

 

Seamus Heaney's sons carrying their father's coffin

◄ Manchester

To the Ghost-dancers of the Sioux ►

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John Marks

Sat 21st Dec 2019 09:58

Thank you Cathy. I hope that you and your loved ones have a happy Christmas. John 🎈

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Vautaw

Fri 20th Dec 2019 23:10

Heartbreakingly beautiful. Your poetry goes straight for the soul. 🖤

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