Geraldine Moorkens Byrne Poems

I do not embrace change.
At this stage in my life,
ebbing away inexorably
from girlhood to middle-age
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light and dark at play
cross the dappled water
I hear the frost break
underfoot, like glass
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Low cries of heron; curlew calls and circles.
In the chill air
I shiver, stamp the cold earth, hug goose-fleshed arms against
the damp
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I have seen
the best of my warband
struck by arrows
from treacherous hands
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Lord Vesuvius sits sullen;
it's been a long time since
his last tantrum. We are still
counting the cost, we tell him
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Decide now

1.
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Yule at the court of Maeve
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It's a long road to come
from seventeen and scared
to thirty odd and counting.
It's a long hard road
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You used honeyed words
I used wildflowers in a glass jar
It seemed mad to be at odds
while bees and flowers and summer sun
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The fires were extinguished at dusk;
doused, dampened, across the
belly of the land.
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