Crescent Moon

Its the evening crescent moon.

November: “All I know of dying

                      Tells me it is a tearing

                     Leading to new binding.”

The Graveyard:

The place of skulls and bones,……..

There in the place of patient grass

And final silence………….

Where the sense of returning

Swallowed the sense of leaving.

Lines from BRENDAN Kennelly.

The veil between us and the other worlds feels light these days and nights.

The animals seem more contemplative!

And at midnight tonight Halloween Madness hands over to Christmas commercial madness!!

Here are the results of a short analysis done on the language of local women by Kevin Mulvihill:


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