a child digs for memories
beneath the gorse black earth
under a foal of bone
a skull appears
cauled in sweetbriar
and milk thistle
the child digs deeper
below the shovel line
his granddad’s voice
summoning him home
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- Stephen Rowntree
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2 comments:
Stephen, this piece is worthy of the great Seamus Heaney himself. Wonderfully evocative.
Gary
Thanks Gary, having walked through the Heaney's homeland, you can't but help feel the presence of his words.
S
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