55 words
an irish poet has died
stop the clocks
unlike thomas hardy
he is not pretending
to be dead
lying down flat in the fields
amongst the dainty shins
of the sheep
it was a fortunate wind
that blew you here seamus
now you are star dust
sky dancing cloud hopping
clutching your leprechaun
green passport
A good tribute !
ReplyDeleteI like the line, "stop the clocks" ...
ReplyDeleteI love your farewell to Heaney, especially the comparison to Yeats. The second and third stanzas are particularly poignant for me.
ReplyDeleteMy 55 is on the same theme, if you would like to take a look.
http://kerryoconnorpoems.blogspot.com/2013/08/death-of-digger-in-memoriam.html
its sad to see such talent wink out....their words will carry us on and we can appreciate them for what they gave us...nice trib cressida
ReplyDeletea fitting tribute
ReplyDeleteGood, concise work. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely. I have just been introduced to him and I am infatuated (Kerry O'connor above is the one responsible) . This is splendid work!
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