The Ruin Poem by Liam ó Comáin
The Ruin
Once it sheltered human life
including the sound of little
feet and the music of an
ancient tongue; a mother's
bread making by a fire of turf
and a father's stories of a fairy race...
a ruin with skeletal grace and Errigal
winds playing melodies through the rafters.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy,father,fire,music
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