In memory of Seamus Heaney
The crux of the august poet tolls sombrely now:
‘what do we say any more
to conjure the salt of our earth?’
It’s hard to believe what we hear
when the man won’t raise it again,
the Ard-File who fleshed out bog-bodies,
combatants and blackberries,
who captured the coffin’s chastisement,
the hope, despite strife of history,
for the redress of rhyme
through counter-realities created,
imagined things like magnetic gems
luring the lopsided flotsam
back on an even keel.
Since he’s called away, the torrent
of linguistic crystals he wrought
stay, strewn in his wake, stepping-stones
across the treacherous ocean of consciousness
still linking our stakes.
© Caroline Hurley
Obituary: Heaney ‘the most important Irish poet since Yeats’
Caroline's poems have previously appeared in Poetry24, as well as in The Electric Acorn, threemonkeysonline.com and in ESOF's 3nd Science Meets Poetry anthology. Clebran.org featured a chapter from her novel and some flash fiction. Her current focus is on young adult fiction and screenwriting. She lives near an Irish bird reserve.