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Category Archives: poetry
This Day Will Have Its Feast
Whe’ all is meditations above th’ foamy, horizon tae horizon A month o’ days since th’ sight o’ lan’ befo’ th’ mast, an’ taken by th’ whispering wake, beneath th’ stellar glimmerings, o’ beneath th’ lunar orb, an’ below th’ … Continue reading
The Master of Men
She’s afloat, her sails grasping a’ handfuls o’ th’ win’ Her bow splits th’ distant waters like a cauld steely blade. Deep in th’ hold she is a groanin’, groanin’ fer th’ quiet urges of th’ inland waves. The … Continue reading
May 9, 1502
Tis th’ moment, th’ sound o’ th’ anchor risin,’ Th’ smel o’ soil soon tae be but a mem’ry, Th’ winds a fillin’ th’ sheets, an’ th’ great meestery o’ darkness, Nae a star tae follow, Th’ sky indeed covers … Continue reading
The Stores
Mak ready, coil th’ lines Set your stores ablow. fair th’ hulls load th’ tuns an’ th’ flagons stow th’ oakum An’ blacken th’ sides wi’ pitch Mak ready for th’ roll o’ th’ sea . . . Th’ sirens … Continue reading
Sanctuary on the Via de Santiago
Whe’ wrathful blows th’ foamy An’ th’ win` cuts tae th’ marrow An’ th’ clouds drap doon thair ire wi’ a mighty fis’ and breath, Come seek for th’ sheltering bosom ‘yon th’ rancorus tunder. A place called home it … Continue reading
Palos
City o’ th’ west Maker o’ widows Mater o’ orphans releaser o’ sorrows City o’ woes thou art nah home tah me City o’ th’ west Gatherer o’ th’ lost Gateway tah th’ abyss Tah th’ yawning jaws o’ Bleak … Continue reading
The Portage
Ye can smell th’ fresh new season; ‘Tis in th’ air and in th’ moist turned brou. ‘Tis found in th’ wattles and In th’ lapping o’ waves In th’ green hills ‘an’ in th’ Purple lupins that blesses th’ … Continue reading
The Quiet Men
Men o’ flesh ‘n’ bone Sea faring men Have forsaken thair mother’s arms Fur th’ guilders an’mysteries o’ Calypso. Men o’ flesh ‘n’ bone Answer tae th’ call o’ th’ villain wind She lures thaim frae th’ shores Tae th’ … Continue reading
The Ancient Queen
In the land called Tír na nÓg. Frae th’ days of aulden wonders, Frae th’ days of that first dawning, Sin th’ days o’ a’ creation, Frae th’ corners of th’ continent, To th’ edges of th’ brim, Across the … Continue reading
Season of the Wind
Th’ toun has shut her eyelids tight, Th’ selvic dwellers too, An’ nae new place is safe fro’ lee While angry seas blow foam. Th’ seagull overlooks th’ toun, the mastiff guards the bay, ‘n’ whin th’ footsteps o’ th’ … Continue reading
