Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

If I should die tonight
and my bones laid in the earth
would my voice not be the wind
and the sun my smile?
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You see black
I see a spectrum of invisability
the myriad shades of the dark rainbow
like the spread of raven's wing
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One note rising on the wind:
piper play, the lament is called for:
lower him down and softly keen
Cu Chulainn's going to his rest.
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In Nomine Patre
who art encountered
in the skies on
clouds with harps
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A pooka grazes peacefully
where the river
meets the sea
In the ruins of a castle,
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The wild west for us
was never the stone walls
and fragments of land between them
the ragged, wild, bog-spawned
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Across the last plains
under leaden skies,
the ground peat-brown beneath;
Turf cutters pausing to point
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When I couldn't bear it anymore
the nurse pointed to the glass door
and said:
the grounds are lovely
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Do not awaken slumbering beasts;
They are guarding secrets
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Cold light seeped in, through misted frames
Casting a golden glow over smoke rising
from the cigarette in my hand and hanging over the grill;
tobacco and bacon and fried eggs.
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I was restored by the sight of her
my bustling nursing Sylvie with long smiles,
and I told her so.
She shook her head, still smiling.
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In essence,
breath and bone;
light fingers tracing
gray stone;
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I let myself in
with the key of the kings and
wrapped red ribbons
around my poor head.
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Twitch! I think.
Twitch, I beg.
Stumbling over uneven ground
trying to feel with rods,
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You can keep your snow-capped mountains
I can pass
on fields of virgin white.
The real power of snow is seen
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1.
Circular
these are the paths we walk
Spiral.
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'I gave her my old phone, she was stone delighted, '
the Navan man said:
while his Cork culchie brethren
blew hot and cold into the headpiece
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Renaissance and Restoration,
diffuse threads in that fraying coat, Time;
twisted, knotted, intertwined,
mine own heart and thine.
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I was not well that day.

Two weeks of late nights and countless
vodkas
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Where once stood tribes
who rose and fell
on the bounty of a living land
soul and soil intertwined
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