Brilliantly dark, beak shining golden in the noon — an ornament of an Egyptian god, the Eleonora falcon in flight is manifesting above the incandescently brown island what it means to be a prince in whom time is. That Which Is Coming Is Unknown On a dark September dawn, in my head, I was [...]
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“Thin Places” and other poems by Eithne Lannon
Thin Places The wild meadow weave, the strand, places of late summer, autumn, a stone skimming water, suspended in air, its slow motion glide punctuated by the drop, touch, rise of a ghostly presence, this wary hesitation between water and stone, mysterious as the rift between music notes in air, unsettling the familiar light which [...]
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