Cuckoo Song On Sligo Hill Poem by Bernard Kennedy

At Ladies brae, from Knocknarea,
in sight- a cuckoo, sound,
a wait between each sounding note,
as faeries in the woods steal round,
their tiny feet beneath
the cuckoo song. The ferns, like
plumes in this their wood,
the mossy tree stump stream side throne,
there laughing smiling faces
beckon on to play.

And in that dimlight playing time
the golden moment opens light
onto a silver stream.
The rusty rock edge waters flow,
where faeries swim and come and go
between the twilight watch and forest
tree.

They laugh and joy and gather in
the childlike open heart with soft quill wing,
and charge the down heart in joy of trust,
and dance around that mossy throne,
made soft with gentle thread.
A happy mossy soft filled dale in woods
of streaming light, and splashing fun
as dawn brings earthen light.