The splitting noise of the guns firing
My brother falling limp
The walls of Kilmainham start to blur.
How Sinéad will forgive me, my mind boggles
My bike driving down the dirt hill, to her burned down cottage
Calling her name was agony enough
She came from behind the chicken coop holding her basket.
She asked what's wrong , putting the basket down.
Handed her a note and amulet from Damien
One look at the amulet, she stared in shock.
I left after she hit and sent me away from her land.
Driving away, hearing her cries, showed how much of an idiot I was.
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Sorrow
PoetryA poem I wrote after watching the Irish movie 'The wind that shakes the Barley'.It's from Teddys perspective after his brother Damien was sentenced to death. To fully understand it I would watch the movie.
