Tag: alchemisland
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Vision of Antique Province
Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs Satires they penned could legacies strip Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich Benbulben of the doors is the…
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Hobobituary
Rotten with Druids cider, ruckling out breathy rebel songs Rum ruddled rounded cheeks, angelsheet a bellthroat throng A house window teases warm light, warmer than any fire without; in there is where I belong. In fact this house is the house I bought. My son and I tossing ball, imploring him “go long” The door…