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.