From the pen of Turlough Ó Maoláin ...

The Chronicles of Bulgaria

It Being December

12/12/2021

Dulled

A mind follows a rainbow

Seven shades of jet

In hope to find

A faerie shoemaker

In wee black jacket and cap

Tap-tapping at the soles

Of blackened boots

As he guards

His crock of coal

Before the setting of a sun

That didn't rise

Didn't even try

Entrapped by anthracite nights

At either end

Of another charcoal day

  

A dark day in Connemara.

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