Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Rookie (8 November 1968 / Dublin Ireland)

Cliona By The Shore - Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

I let myself in
with the key of the kings and
wrapped red ribbons
around my poor head.
‘I thought you were dead’ said
my mother.

I fired up at this and she waved me aside
‘I merely remark’ was her only reply

I heard on the news that the Temple had
fallen.
I am aghast at their simple faith
And men search their words
For slivers of meanings
shards and remnants
of a truth they will hate
‘you came home too late’, says my mother

The debt I repaid is burning a hole in my pocket
For the cruelty of martyrs is mercy.

The wet grass smelt sweetly
Giving me courage
I willfully left there
and drove to the ocean
but none of the fishermen
put out to sea.
‘Are you leaving me? ’ asks my mother

I smiled in return and released her to fade.
For I am the prophet of beauty decayed.

We dwell by the shore now
And bless the white thimble
The rue grows around us
like weeds on a grave and the favour still warms us
in cottage or cave
‘We’ll save the world later’, my wise mother says.

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  • (10/22/2008 8:22:00 AM)


    this is amazing. I read it first in Where the Hazel Falls last year. I love it, so glad to have found it online! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 31, 2006



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