Right here is the place we have been coming to since, this the hour, and yet just by chance the stars were out that first night, their light just by chance glittering on the lurching surface of the Shannon, the near-full moon suspended over the centre of Thomond Bridge just by chance of where we … Continue reading »
In his senior year, Blue became his lover Then his bride. She locked him in her cool embrace And pulled him down to depths That sunlight could not reach. The tender green of early spring, The red and gold collage of fall Were lost to him. Even the elegant swans in the park Had white … Continue reading »
