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The Clontarf Road
by Alan Patrick Traynor

 

Seaweed make love
To the rocks
And to the bicycle wheel
Rusting
Amid an orchestra of sounds

Old man gripping rock
The Oyster
Knows
The clasping of your hands
And wonders why

The winds blow ictus
O Brian Boru
The double flying swords of ignis

Seaweed make love
To the rocks
And to the bicycle wheel
Rusting
Amid an orchestra of sounds

Old man eyes
What are you looking for
Along the oakum long twisting
Screeching
Rolling peer

Boru is dead
Amongst the double bloody flying smoke and swords Clontarf
I close your eyes
In B-flat minor

The colour of money

 

David Evans, Feature Editor

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