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ANNE MARIE CONNOLLY

 

 

 

Anne Marie Connolly is Irish, a former teacher and most recently an independent advocate for older people in long-term care. She likes to sing, sew, potter in a wild garden, wander regularly, drink gallons of tea and enjoy an interesting whisk(e)y. Photography is an abiding interest and the fun of granny-hood trumps everything.She is a Scottish PEN member and chair of the Federation of Writers (Scotland). Love-in-a mist and A Ravel of Yarns are her collections from Red Squirrel Press.

 

 

 

 

An Fear Mór

(In memory of Dermot Healy)                         

 

The road skinnies away through the trees
and up the ease of the first slope of Benbo.
Headlights dip between sunset and the leach
of Autumn drifting to the dark.

 

They say I have the best view in the whole sprawl
of the house and sure enough I’ve shot and angled
every shift of light and skim of fine rain that mutes
the shape of everyday.

 

It has become my mantra here in Manorhamilton, 
this slow-strung weekend of festival to wonder
at the cinquefoil of their interlocking glens,
the handshake of their Dia duit, the trust of doors
not locked and cupboards brimmed with sharing.

 

I shudder at the poor be-spitted pig but who am I
to shy away from their sincere credentials?
After all the meatless choice has caught me
on the grey heel of life.

 

And see how children skitter through the camaraderie
of Market Square, scatter bales of straw in a confetti
of light. Wisp it in the carefree tangle of their hair.

 

Everybody has a share in this slow-roasted ritual,
an almost common prayer to celebrate
the hand-me-down of poetry and prose and song
remembering An Fear Mór who passed them by too soon.

 

And soon too there will be spiders’ webs
dew-dangled wide on fern and ladies’ mantle.
A hullaballoo of swallows will clasp the dusk
high along the wires. Gather in their young.

 

And I’ll look out across a city square, grey-stoned,
elegant, where only chimney-pots on tip-toe
can catch the last dregs of the sun.

 

 

©2017 Anne Marie Connolly

 

 

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