POEM FOR MY SISTER

A poem in memory of my sister Nessa on her anniversary.

Kingfisher Sister

In the halcyonic hours of winter solstice,

you loosened your grip

for the slip towards death.

You had no mate to hoist you on his back

and fly over the flat-calm sea,

mourning you with his cries.

But in your last storm, a thaisce, never fear,

our sorrow saw you safely

into the blue, in a blaze of red.
 

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(Image from Outdoor Photo.)