jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!

18.5.12

ROOKS AT BUNRATTY CASTLE



























We’re Macnamara’s crows,
rooting for sticks and twigs in Limerick days.
We peck the flesh from Lord Gort’s arse,
from the hangers-on to his rich pickings.
We sweep our turbulent wings across the Shannon,
swimming in the Atlantic winds,
flailing over the airport.
We’re building our own
branches of castles,
screaming rebel rants at you below.
Us rooks
have seen the Vikings and the Stoddarts
rave and die.
We are a black brood
swarming though history,
watching you feckless humans
scrap over misery.
See how our wings beat
with the moment’s surf.
How dark our hearts grow 
with suffering.



Keith Armstrong

the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur