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 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
We kiss on the strand,
Gentle waves touching our toes,
  .  .  .  This way to heaven.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Empty house creaking,
Trees writhing in judgement winds,
  .  .  .  Her footsteps leaving.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Child picking flowers—
She loves me, she loves me not,
  .  .  .  Wind graffiti.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Light — splits as it shatters,
Mundane comforts failing,
The souls' world in tatters,
I wake to nothing— railing.
 Nov 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.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I have come to the temple
Of your body.  I kneel and prey
Like a sinner.  The holy water
Beads low on your forbidden
Tabernacle, sears my touch
In cleansing flame, what I do
And what will be done is all
For unrepentant confessions
And penances.  Let me truly
Learn the sacraments of flesh
Before I bathe in your wicked
Innocence and commit my sin
At being mortal in your nimbus
Chambers, let the mercies rain
After the fall of my fellowing
Creature, for this night is blood
Sabbath, and sacrilege under
A Pagan moon and let the dawn
In the rising sun of mute morning
Be my absolution, our benediction,
Let the moving waters enfold us,
Pure as lambs, as washed babes,
Baptismal.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
Druids incantation.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Frogs— suddenly dive,
Blocks of flesh crane to the sky,
Heron holds head high.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Wildfowl flocks skein,
Turning arrows to heavens',
Eternal southern skies.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Beauty could not stay,
Hair— scattered in all direction,
  .  .  .  Wind pointing the way.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
A child pools her eye,
Bumble bees swim low in sky,
  .  .  .  Flowers cup the air.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Slammed door, night porch,
Her words made fireplace roar—
Dusky mountain steams.
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