Wednesday 21 April 2021

An Fhorrach Liath

Not Kealfoun or woody Crough,
Ashtown of the ash trees, Mahon of the coomb,
not Graiguerush, Kilclooney, 
Currabaha West or East
can hold a flame for that terrain
known as Furraleigh.

There are rabbits there, like everywhere,
like all the townlands 'round.
But grey ones without just can't compare 
to the ones within its bounds.

The grey place has big black rabbits,
uncloaked for all to see.
There they live, there they persist,
in exotic Furraleigh.