Remembering Seamus.

Since the launch of “Patience and the Prodigal” which was so successful we took time out to reflect and reassess. The death of our greatest poet, Seamus Heaney, spurred us into scribbling again. He shall not be replaced in our lifetime. We dedicate our first entry of this new phase to his memory and the celebration of his special life.

Remembering Seamus.

Departed from the heaven of education

to the education of Heaven

swaddled in Mercury's mane,

Cirrus mopping his brow

Abandoned for now; the rain.

In the hedgerows the blackberries ripened

to bid farewell in purple salute,

The populous moths fluttered in tandem

Sir James gave voice to his golden flute.

The land faintly swelling in weary sigh

at the leaving of one of it's own

fair sons, perhaps the pick of the crop

another stalk dug, another meadow mown.

His name thrumming in the telegraph wires

the lapping of Lough Neagh, a lament,

the saucer eyed silvers pause for a while

in the Gulf Stream, snake bodies bent.

Eustachian tube retired now

as locking lung and milling mind,

Grateful we are to his snug squat pen

His greatness left behind.

Is his the happy haunting ground

better than the hooded crows?

His final verse is grounded

now he finally knows.