Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
Crannog / No - Crannóg
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<strong>Crannóg</strong> <strong>No</strong> 7 winter 2004<br />
Epiphany Mary O’Rourke<br />
Suddenly, with a new insight<br />
She rejoiced at her own sense of wonder.<br />
She had always looked at children and envied them.<br />
They did not pretend, they just were.<br />
She had always sensed that she was more like them.<br />
A shiny stone, a blue sky with feathery clouds,<br />
A flower, a weed, had always delighted her.<br />
She did not share her pleasure with adults:<br />
They might think her childish and mock.<br />
<strong>No</strong>w she appreciated that sense of wonder<br />
And knew it brought her freedom.<br />
She would never be lonely or bored,<br />
There would always be stone, sky, flower and weed.<br />
Stretch Nuala Ní Chonchúir<br />
There’s a stretch of time<br />
reaching behind that’s<br />
as taut as a length of cat-gut,<br />
it threads right through you,<br />
stitched as snug as the baby<br />
who made a drum of your belly,<br />
it holds you to that moment.<br />
There’s a knot in the line,<br />
no pulling hand over hand<br />
can un-kink to drag you to here,<br />
you’ll stay where we left you,<br />
under the late December sky,<br />
that spilt white light like<br />
the ooze of cut raw potato.<br />
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