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Caitríona Ní Chléirchín

Scything

Once, a scythe
would be sharpened
with the scything stone
hidden
under the dresser
for fear
a child would make fragments of it.

Today, no scythe or scything stone remains
only the fragments of memory

Spealadóireacht

Spealadóireacht

Tráth, cuireadh
faobhar ar speal
le cloch faobhair
a cuireadh faoi cheilt
faoin drisiúr
ar eagla go ndéanfadh
leanbh conamar de.

Inniu, níl speal, ná cloch faobhair,
ná drisiúr a thuilleadh,
níl ach conamar na gcuimhní againn.

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Scything

Once, a scythe
would be sharpened
with the scything stone
hidden
under the dresser
for fear
a child would make fragments of it.

Today, no scythe or scything stone remains
only the fragments of memory

Scything

Once, a scythe
would be sharpened
with the scything stone
hidden
under the dresser
for fear
a child would make fragments of it.

Today, no scythe or scything stone remains
only the fragments of memory

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