The Kilbunny Graves

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I watched her, alone by the Kilbunny Graves
Her face between fuschia, in noon's wind ablaze.
I wondered, when, weary, she knelt down to sleep
At the head of a stone she had brought from the sea.

And deeply she mourned as her tears fell to ground
So softly she cried that her grief had no sound
Till she looked in my eyes and said unto me:
"We'll sleep soon, my love, 'neath the dead soldier's tree".

And, wandering on through the old Coolfin road
She looked in my eyes for a trace of her soul.
She rested herself at the tree and we lay
Until the last light of the dusk fell away,
Till the light of the dusk fell away.
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  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    I bought someone a painting of this a long time ago.

    Whoa, talk about bringing back some old memories!

    Thanks, hungover! ;)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Someone painted it.....

    I thought I was being original......

    The Kilbunny Graves are in Portlaw, County Waterford, Ireland, where my mum's from. The road is supposed to be haunted by a young woman and her lover, a soldier who hung himself from a roadside oak.
  • Goulet
    Goulet Posts: 918
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Someone painted it.....

    I thought I was being original......

    The Kilbunny Graves are in Portlaw, County Waterford, Ireland, where my mum's from. The road is supposed to be haunted by a young woman and her lover, a soldier who hung himself from a roadside oak.

    any place like that with the name Kilbunny has probably been written about millions of times but one more can't hurt i'm sure
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Someone painted it.....

    I thought I was being original......

    The Kilbunny Graves are in Portlaw, County Waterford, Ireland, where my mum's from.

    The words you used reminded me of this painting I had bought someone - I don't believe it was painted with the Kilbunny Graves in mind but your poem reminded me of it and of that time in my life - it was like a slap in the face, that's all!

    You are still being original. :) Keep being original!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    OK, here's another one....

    Don't gimmee nah lip
    Don't gimme nah lip
    Don't gimmeee nahghhhh.....


    Oh, you mean it's been done?
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    OK, here's another one....

    Don't gimmee nah lip
    Don't gimme nah lip
    Don't gimmeee nahghhhh.....


    Oh, you mean it's been done?

    There's nothing worse than a gremmie out of control!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    Teething able biters,
    spliced lip, spliced lip
    splice lipped
    the bloody tell me you
    let it
    drip,


    I wrote this while I was watching Tom Waits performance in Bram Stoker's Dracula the other night...

    Not sure if this should be writing it as John or Michelle
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    I found your poem, Kilbunny
    very beautiful, romantic,
    victorian feeling

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