‘Swallows’ and other poems by Doireann Ní Ghríofa

Swallows The knitting needles drew melodies from silence as stitches seemed to follow one another like swallows alighting upon a wire, watching the tiny dress of softest yellow wool grow like a sunrise waiting for she who waited within. She, who came and left all too soon. Stretched and stitched, I lie empty, raw, alone [...]