In the dark of winter’s night
Beyond the shawl of white
There came some strangers here
I prayed they knew no fear
I counted four
The open door
Did beckon them
***
I tried so hard to call
Them in from such snowfall
They stood, unknowing, blinking eyes
Against the fire deep inside
***
I beheld them, there, with awe
They moved on softest paw
And looked at me with eyes
Full of such wild surprise
That human bid them near
Abandon now your fear
But, no, they knew my kind
The wild ones haunt my mind
For I did close my door
And then they came no more.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
By Marie McGrathExclusive • 11 months ago
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Oof, this hit me so hard. Loved your poem!
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