James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

The Turn Of The Road - Poem by James Stephens

I was playing with my hoop along the road
Just where the bushes are, when, suddenly,
There came a shout.—I ran away and stowed
Myself beneath a bush, and watched to see
What made the noise, and then, around the bend,
I saw a woman running. She was old
And wrinkle-faced, and had big teeth.—The end
Of her red shawl caught on a bush and rolled
Right off her, and her hair fell down.—Her face
Was awful white, and both her eyes looked sick,
And she was talking queer. 'O God of Grace!'
Said she, 'where is the child?' and flew back quick
The way she came, and screamed, and shook her hands;
... Maybe she was a witch from foreign lands.


Comments about The Turn Of The Road by James Stephens

  • Silver Star - 4,417 Points Margaret O Driscoll (5/12/2015 4:21:00 AM)

    Very descriptive, conveys the gripping panic of someone looking for a child. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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