Mound of Hostages

Weird Poetry

It held me captive,

The Mound of Hostages,

And it entered me

[interred me]

Like a band of sunlight through the windowbox

[like a ray of ash at sunset, settling upon the worms and the dirt].

I swelled like the earth

Above me

And below —

Fecund,

Pregnant with moon,

Full to the brim

And emptying at once.

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β€πŸ‘½

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*** Revisiting Irish passage tombs…. ***

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