NAUKRATEIA ARTISTIC AGON 2009

Poiesis Entry: Untitled
by Treasa Ní Conchobhair

The wordless evening comes
   and silent shadows rise.
  Descending,
        wandering;
A song once more reprise.
 
Roving sorrow wrought from
    banishment of birth.
   Haunted
         by ancestral lands;
no home left here to berth.
 
The burden of exile aches;
   an air of distant waters.
Bathe me in the river,
       deep;
Save me from this slaughter.
 
                             Bless me, O Gods.