Caoineadh
This poem is for my Dad...the excellent art work was done by my good friend Addy
In the dimming hour
when light
bleeds away in a
fractured second,
when all the world is grey,
you fled astride wild horses
up a lonely mountainside
to ride among the clouds.
I see you moving
between the shadows,
the throaty laughter
of your voice is heard
in the clinking glasses
whenever whiskey’s poured.
In the dimming hour
when light
bleeds away in a
fractured second,
when all the world is grey,
you fled astride wild horses
up a lonely mountainside
to ride among the clouds.
I see you moving
between the shadows,
the throaty laughter
of your voice is heard
in the clinking glasses
whenever whiskey’s poured.
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