This poem, and those that follow, set as they are along the “darkling road” are based upon a story of lovers exiled in their own place by a love which always had to remain secret in the Ireland of the 19th. Century.


exiles

Must
we
forever
meet, love,
down by
the darkling
road
exiles in
our own
world
refugees
from time
with
purple heather
for our bed
and bog white
cotton for
our pillow?

Must
we
for ever
part, love,
down on
the darkling
road
condemned
never
to live
the promise
that fills
our lives
the passion
in
our hearts
the deep fire
of
our spirits?



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 17:15

Tags Love  Mayo  Exile 

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