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The Home Fires

Oxen of the sun,
birthing canal,
Wilde on his rock,
colouring the banal

Bram stoking fires,
Behan's door ajar,
Kavanagh with kindling
hailing Synge from afar

Yeats in Ithicabra,
polishing his horse,
Beckett in Bray
waiting in morse

Joyce yet a wanders,
ash thatched to hand,
plitting a plot,
plotting a plan
— eliaszizou, Dec 18, 2009

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seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

This one is a delight

Awesome really , I laughed at many of the mental images you drew, Beckett in Bray waiting in morse and hysterical the idea of Yeats and the horse but all oh so apt. So cleverly placed but my favourite are the last two lines plitting a plot, plotting a plan and of course i wonder what it is you have a planning for us here Seabhac