The Kilbunny Graves
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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.
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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Whoa, talk about bringing back some old memories!
Thanks, hungover!
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
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.
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!
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
very beautiful, romantic,
victorian feeling