Monuments and Myths

By Bridie Canning

Sleeping warriors wait under Beiderhg,
Peat blanketing their ancient bones.
Beached white horses thrashing
Roar. Is it our time?
Oisin, Cormac, Daithi dreaming in Belderrig
Your names recall the sleeping warriors.
Unleashed war-horses thrashing
Snort. It is our time.

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