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 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
What sour weeping,
Lone bird sings in valley rains,
Last day with my love.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Winter weekend, drawing in the winds,
Two poets in revels of word and image,
Late nights, morning walks by sea spin,
All too soon, left with moving sketches.
 Jun 2013
spysgrandson
feces,
of carnivores
should be blessed
and not tread on
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Will I ever know—
As insects walk on water,
Bliss, stillness on pond?
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Once rain would not fall,
Dry love had lost its oasis,
I stopped touching her.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Willow tree, billows—
Long leaves falling as water,
.  .  .  falls into water.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Snowy crags and tarns,
Puffed clouds blistering sun,
  .  .  .  Penultimate heaven.
In Norse mythology, Bifröst (Bifrost in Scandinavia) or sometimes Bilröst, is a burning rainbow bridge that reaches between Midgard (the world) and Asgard, the realm of the gods.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
After days of rain,
Garden birds flicker— sparkle,
Lighted by the sun.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I sit under the ancient apple tree,
My heart is low, my head in the clouds,
The day is slowly ending, I am sleepy
When visitors arrive, little buds come,
Raining down on me— a cadre
Of red-headed finches.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Blessed are the blind—
Reborn on new Permian shores,
Bone eyed hollow shells.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Outside we squabble,
Birds circle, confusions, rows,
Eagle flies above.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I tried to capture you
In the forests of Donegal,
Your bark of hair, red, so dark,
Was smear, camouflage, and window
Into a lost Fae world made as I was sinking
Without ever knowing, falling, without fear
Years later, you have long left and I still
Breathe in a wooden box of dream.
In Celtic folklore, the Irish: leannán sí "Barrow-Lover" (Scottish Gaelic: leannan sìth; Manx: lhiannan shee; [lʲan̴̪-an ˈʃiː]) is a beautiful woman of the Aos Sí (people of the barrow or the fairy folk) who takes a human lover. Lovers of the leannán sídhe are said to live brief, though highly inspired, lives. The name comes from the Gaelic words for a sweetheart, lover, or concubine and the term for a barrow or fairy-mound.

The leanan sídhe is generally depicted as a beautiful muse, who offers inspiration to an artist in exchange for their love and devotion; however, this frequently results in madness for the artist, as well as premature death.
 Jun 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Hazel tree, long breeze,
Young tendril branches stretching,
Woman combing hair.
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