filidh & the dance of sorrow

(Still, when the heart and hand stagnate – I remember


a marionette


to a cante jondo

I know too well –

(I sing it even in winter slumber )


I perform the rite

In ciphered steps

across this unforgiving stage

(may angle sar te merel kadi yag)



I was moved,

moving you,

to the rhythms

of my faltering hand



when your tortured dance


me from


the indrawn breath of

bells –

a chime

that hovered in the electric air

waiting to be sung


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