She stands
On the shore
Watching
Her ship burn

Her two horses
In the water
Stand
Like two pillars
Strong

The promise
Of swift
Departure

The mountain
Unmoved
Like a giants
Table
Covered in
cloth
Weaved
From the
Finest
Mist

This tale
Is born
Of ecstasy

Of ancestral
Whisperings
And the
Ghosts of
Spanish Sailors

In silence
Their voices
In the distance
Singing

The vision
long term
A crowd
Gathering

Chipping
Away
Carving
Magic
Visions

Breathing life
Into my DNA


To
Connect
And
reconnect

To find
Oneself
In hidden
Vulnerability

To puzzle
Out
The past

A tale of
Colonisation
And
Deliverance

f.mcginnis

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Tags: History of Ireland, Irish Freedom Struggle, Tudor Ireland, War

Comment by Gerry Regan on January 11, 2023 at 9:58pm

Dramatic! Mesmerizing, actually!

Comment by The Last Torch on January 11, 2023 at 10:23pm

thanks Gerry! just sent it out to a few people -  waiting for feedback - will let you know. If you know any producers do pass it along I have the pilot written. xx much love

Comment by Gerry Regan on January 12, 2023 at 9:06pm

Good luck, Fran, and keep us posted!

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