Poem of Inis Mór

An extract from: The Seanachie of Inis Mór
“… “It wasn’t her own doing,” he was still talking, “she had her heart broke with Con Rua; she was in bits when she left here. The next thing we knew she’d taken you off to Australia. People do the strangest things in grief…” but then suddenly I couldn’t hear him anymore, because the voices had begun again, the same ethereal voices as before, whispering up out of nowhere, pulling at the edges of my heart and soul…”
I feared not life
I fear not death
I fear the place between
The place there is no passion
The place we lose our dreams
I know there is a purpose
I know that life holds more
I know an Angel watches
From the cliffs of Inis Mór


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