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Gray gathering   Signs fell on the musty register.  Two pallid   Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool,   The clouds were omen, birds, startled in   Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings   A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you   Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day.  Our love was castaway   Our love was time bomb.  Crossing stars, we trembled   As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some   Lost ocean’s horizon.                                When first we met,   At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest   Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on   The paper as it now burns in my mind   Like Brigid’s fire.  At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner.    Anointed under the votive stars violently   Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart   A rail.  Our love was charmed, our love was time,   Balm.  To what end this new beginning?
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Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
After the Elopement
Gray gathering   Signs fell on the musty register.  Two pallid   Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool,   The clouds were omen, birds, startled in   Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings   A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you   Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day.  Our love was castaway   Our love was time bomb.  Crossing stars, we trembled   As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some   Lost ocean’s horizon.                                When first we met,   At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest   Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on   The paper as it now burns in my mind   Like Brigid’s fire.  At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner.    Anointed under the votive stars violently   Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart   A rail.  Our love was charmed, our love was time,   Balm.  To what end this new beginning?
ormond
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ormond
Irish
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
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