Flutters

Seeds By Andrea Connolly In the yard I sit on my ashlar, a bowl of seed in reach. I scatter a few in my cupped hands looking up. The chatter in the dovecot is music in my ears. I listen to different voices: “rou-que–dee–gu”. The flapping and spreading of wings against the morning sun graces … More Flutters

Someday

SOMEDAY Somewhere in Co. Kilkenny, Townland of Rathpatrick, A grassy ivy lane along a clearwater ditch Someday I will see him again… A wish? A prophecy? A conviction of knowing? When I´m gone Home a final time Rocking splashing leaping Towards the fort The ring reveals Life is a bond Circular, vernacular, molecular Never still … More Someday