FAIRY WATER
Rise little blackbird
To the top of the tree
Your song is witness
To pain and joy.
The sky was like a turner
painting, a dusky pink hue
hanging melancholy.
I’m planning to drive to Donegal
And listen to the Lambchop C.D.
This music still drifts me in and out
Of reality. Driving down the motor-
Way behind a horse box as if
The horses head came from
a painting into my imagination.
Galloping bareback through the Bann
and the Blackwater. Below a bridge
Where children wave.
Across the Sperrins past the raised ruins
And the raised to the ground ruins of history
On the north west passage through the fairy
Water into another world embroidered
In memory, thatched into time.
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