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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Starspawn
Sick from but not of drinking Sick from and of thinking I’m sinking pints in a dockside bar Fog-shrouded far harbour Between loud sips of lager tales regales us Of his sea-borne, sea born Father The man I am named after He points up to a beam in the rafters Hangs a portrait of a…
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Hero’s Arrival
Bull totem clan Campbell, not can See the antient man Reaper and reaver of and on his lands His mouth’s demands are brought around to heel by his hands His fastness a forest fortress, like Vodalus, fighters from the Fianna Who heard singing Lia Fáil, line its wooden walls, loyal to their Rí They wear…
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A Rider Is Coming
All left wondering Earth thundering Who is coming But Cú Chulainn His chariot running Carves great runnels In runebanded armour He is the sun king The span of royal mouth His circuit decrees My kingdom all that lies between My wheels now and where they’re later seen He carves new routes, cuts roots clean New…
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Zozimus Wasn’t Here for Breakfast
My cat was gone for three hours Three hours spent clock glowering In the garden, as if we’d changed the rules of that Marco Polo game, I shook a Dreamies bag whilst shouting his name again and again Usually at his name he comes thundering, full summoning This time nothing came running meowing from our…
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