Tommy Murray here reads "Shanloth" a poem from his collection "Counting Stained Glass Windows" which was published by Lapwing of Belfast in 2009. His new collection is due out later this year and more on that to follow.. Has published many books over the years and if you click on "Meath Books" over to the right you can get details of same.
Shanloth
You could set your watch
By the fields around Shanloth
Especially on warm summer evenings
When the creosote dribbles down the gateposts.
And the rocks in the riverbed
Are painted dry by July
Half past eight and the hawk hangs no hands
Above the acropolis of Neville's old house.
He's spoiled for choice and ops for
A colossus of copper beach ten minutes later
It will be nearing nine when the big shorthorns
Begin to elbow their way
Through the sheep on Canty's Hill
By ten all will have disappeared under
An avalanche of night
And only the moon will strike the hour
Over the pyramids of Egypt.
Tommy Murray
(From: Counting Stained Glass Windows)
Lapwing/Belfast.
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