THE CHILDREN OF LIR — AN IRISH LEGEND

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Written for a competition — poems on legends — a long while back

And so, these children

swan-songed for nine hundred years.

 

Impossibly -

not once like dying swans -

their voices caught in echo

all the charm imprisoned music knockingly perpetuates

on walls of cells, in lonely cloisters,

through the empty vaults of guarded palaces,

leaning into silence at their death.

 

 

And what of Eva?

Such a charming demon!

for her spells slipped like small snowdrops

into nothing at the fond tinkling of a Christian bell.

 

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