Tuesday, 1 May 2012

An Observation On The Day Of A Christening

Crow, on your bough,
cast your knowing eye
through my morning window.
White smoke rising in the valley
merges with the hungry cries
of babies with no choice.
Will sacred oils ease the pain
of life, or has the crow’s
shadow already decided where
Sligo’s early mist will
carry your message to the world?