Poem by my Father - Homecoming

Homecoming

Like the sand-martins,
Returning,
Burrowing into the womb
Of the high-cut bank,
I have come home.

Kingfisher
Brilliant,
Blue-flash flies
Downstream
To Cluaine Meale,
The Port of Honey.

Hunting below the Suir,
Bird-seeking
Silver fry hatch
Of wary, speckled trout,
Finning the waters
Below otter’s spraint,
Left late last evening
When the heron flew
On muffled wing beat,
Silently to roost,
Back to dead tree spike
Spearing the cold night sky,
Planet plotted.

Warm is the peat turf hearth,
Fire’s glow.
Bright the unknown future
In dawn’s first light.

Tomorrow,
Curragh’s will sail again
On Immrama voyages,
Seawards,
Where salt waters
Girdled flow.


In memory of John “Jack” Curry, born Clonmel, Co. Tipperary, circa 1870, died Liverpool, circa 1964. John Curry. May 2002.

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