Ciarán Kelly

There is no faith in what is plain to see,
always doubting, meekly toiling,
those truthful eyes awoke my sinking soul,
a believer in the sullied snow knelt aghast.
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A silent chanter
sits in its silver case,
the year of the piper
is put on hold,
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Many a bush beaten round
we pass
many a fleeting thought
cast out
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Between Amberley and Hanmer Springs
Several magnetic and dirty sheep clung
to the Southern Alps near Stinkin' Stream,
At Ferry Bridge on the hazy Hurunui River,
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D’fhéachas amach an fhuinneog,
is do chonac í ina
domhan beag féin,
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Down by the water a mirror appears,
Quivering thoughts of love and fears,
Staring games so real and stern,
Riddles in the ripples turn,
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Twas the music took me there,
not the horses, funny that;
Bets and tunes in harmony interweaving,
busking like mad
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It was in Nancy Spain's that
they first looked at me
the primal glance digested me
a pleasurable pain removed my
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One day I planted you in the thick undergrowth
And then I left you there alone as a seedling
To face the elements
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