Near Doneraile - Poem by Seamus Hogan
Chisels of rain
Prise light into seven arches
On a gossamer anvil.
Last week's snow from Ballyhoura
Swells the old Awbeg
With its childhood.
The cock snaps shut his beak
Just in time, preventing the cock-a-doodle
From toppling him over.
This last Monday before New Year
Neither courage nor terror necessary
To ascend the alarm clock rungs.
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