Turlough O’Carolan, harpist/ composer, born blind 1670, Co Mead

First morning sun pries open the mountain;

Her rays sparkle on the pond and disturb the geese.

Light rushes across the field, illuminating sheep

as it passes.

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Straight rays bolt through the open cabin door and creep

to Baby’s breast and rest there for a moment, rising and falling.

Then over to the market, to swirl among the villagers

Already bartering bread.

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Light stretches out until

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Beams waken the hills beyond,

And a swift swallow of lyric sound

Bursts out of  boundaries and swallows

All County Roscommon.

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What was dark is now covered

With Light and cloud Shadows racing in circles

Above the meadows where wind makes the

Rye wave in wild confusion.

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In the evening they lie next to each other,

Light and Shadow,

in sweet smelling grass.

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They entangle with delight until twilight sends

Them, oh so slowly, back into the ground.

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