In honour of Poet Donal O Siodhachain
Written in Moleskine Notebook on Saturday 19 May in Falls Hotel, Ennistymon during performance by poet at the Dylan Thomas Weekend Festival. The poem was written in direct response to the energy, rhythm & magic of an Irish bardic poet:
With his tie so fine,
his beard so wild, a suit picked out with fire
With those feet so sunk
and cufflinks shined, his locks fertilised with lyre.
With his tale so bright
and rythm alight, the bard cut loose with ire.
No deeper son than Donal No steeper rock did stand No stream ran through the room Like sperm that made it home.
Ó Siodhacháin the voice called all rise up, rejoice: the Republic will live again, Merryman and Scott in twain.
The rutting stag ran riot, Victoria regained her tribe vernacular on scapular Sliamh Luachra conqueror.
Arise you poest of the land, take hand, take eye, take heart.
Lay down your paper, lay down your guides, lay down your soul beside.
'Tis time for fire to pluck that lyre, celebrate that ire.
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