Blackbird by Martin Swords

i.m. Seamus Heaney 1939 – 2013

 

The Blackbird is no more

In sweet Glanmore

And yet still

The songs he sang

Sing on and echo

Rebounding and redoubling

Far beyond the Wicklow Hills

Mossbawn to Moscow

Navan, Nullarbor

In Athens, Ashford and Athy

The song is heard

Trilling, growing, soaring.

 

Listen.

Martin Swords is a member of Wicklow Writers Group, and is published in Lifelines New and Collected, Voyages, and Anniversary -  anthologies celebrating ten years of Wicklow Writers. You can find out more about him on his blog, and read about the Wicklow writers group here.

 

 

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