She sings by the fire
Earthen floor swept clean
And hard-packed from years of feet
She cracks the shells and separates the meat
Years of toil have separated the woman
From the girl
And as she stands to leave the bright circle of warmth
A few shelled nuts are dropped into a bowl on the hearth
For the little ones that visit in the night.
About the Poem
This poem is inspired by an article in the Irish Times about the destruction of the fairy forts in Ireland – more victims of ‘progress.’
About the Author
I am often strange, but mostly quiet.