All These Years The Well Looks At The Moon Poem by Dónall Dempsey

At the bottom of a well
lies a silver ring

looking up at a silver moon

lost now this past 50 years.

(She gasped as it slipped and fell
from her now too thin finger
after the birth...and death
of a baby girl)

and tears fell
as hopelessly she watched it fall
into a future

that a silver ring dreaming
of a silver moon

couldn’t possibly foretell

of a stranger

finding this strange ring

pregnant and precious only

with the tale

it conceals.