In the halcyon hours of winter solstice,
you loosened your grip
for the slip towards death.

You had no mate to hoist you on his back
and fly over the flat-calm sea,
mourning you with his cries.

But in your last storm, a thaisce, never fear,
our sorrow saw you safely
into the blue, in a blaze of red.

i.m. of Nessa O'Connor
#irishpoetry #memorialpoem #mastodaoine #mastowriters

In the halcyon hours of winter solstice,
you loosened your grip
for the slip towards death.

You had no mate to hoist you on his back
and fly over the flat-calm sea,
mourning you with his cries.

But in your last storm, a thaisce, never fear,
our sorrow saw you safely
into the blue, in a blaze of red.

i.m. of Nessa O'Connor
#irishpoetry #memorialpoem #mastodaoine #mastowriters