Irish Madness
With needles of bone
my Irish mothers knit stout sweaters
fierce lines of waterproof knots
obstinate as black sheep
fire-eater DNA stitched sourly
and so lonesome in my family tree
blind gypsy knife-throwers
impotent and stoic as dashboard icons
devout bridge-burners believing
whatever happens is the answer
Tess Kincaid
March, 2011
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 57
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