Category: Filí my pockets
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Polygyny
Pentapopemtic My finger tired of ring clink They never linger long, on the brink Of wedding or divorce you would think The courts recognise me by now Three from Dublin, two from Cork Keep them coming, fast and thick Can’t swing cat or bate off with stick.
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Cat Temples (Karnak and Memphis)
See the people Living along the Nile Dedicated ailurophiles None dare defy nor defile The feline idols which stare At sand keeping Djinn away Protecting busy quays and bays From sudden invasions By the sea people.
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Fen Tiger
No corner where I am unhunted Among fir and furze, among furred things No coign of vantage No coin supplants my honour Adiaphane sky hides throbbing solar veins gold with sunpour Vanes spin vainly in the gale Procreant urges Priapic verges Virgin earths unspaded Splayed trenches, seed spread throughout Tanned the bronze arms of the…
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The King Must Have Intercourse With A Horse
Mass to grove gods given in the deep motte, ashes impressed onto the brow and chest in blessing Twisting trees like matted hair on a woodwose breast, the sacred whore undressing The crown-conferring horse is led into a storm of golden confetti Her setting mimics that of a horse inviting, a cover of shear netting…
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Old Bickering
Neighbours around Lough Neagh won’t spare a cup of tae Eel pickers say they remember the first farmers when they came Or as they would put it, when they invaded and began inveigling Nine pints or eight it takes before they break their silence and bloviate Down in Foley’s downing pints with ties off, they…
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