The Ruin Poem by Liam ó Comáin

The Ruin



Once it sheltered human life
including the sound of little
feet and the music of an
ancient tongue; a mother's
bread making by a fire of turf
and a father's stories of a fairy race...
a ruin with skeletal grace and Errigal
winds playing melodies through the rafters.

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