Saturday, May 4, 2013

The Homecoming

from Change in the Wind, a poetry collection 2013.

Down into the valley we drove
down to where the waters still roared;
the weight of surge
throwing itself hypnotically
over the weir, brief dance, then on again
never a backward glance.
Down from the fairy mountain:
a stream through the rushey glen,
down from where the banshees cry
past hawthorns twisted,
drops of blood for Christmas wren.
Down through the famine fields of stone
down from where the rag tree stands,
down from where each rock that leaves
the settling pile, takes with it
the memory of a placing hand.
Down into the valley we drove
down past graveyards of yore
down to where the river’s roar
and mind’s eye become one,
time's passage finally undone.
©Copyright Niall OConnor 2013


  1. That's a beauty Niall. I could almost hear the urgency of that water rushing down from the mountain. Bravo!


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