Poems
Title: Fleadh Fiddler
Author: Daithí Kearney
Reader: Daithí Kearney
Music composed and performed by: Daithí Kearney
Fleadh Fiddler
The peeling paint no longer masks
The eroding hands of time
Stealing the fiddle from
Fiddlers forgotten after the Fleadh
No songs are sung on silent streets
Not even ghosts here stop to meet
Outside public houses still surviving
On last year’s plastic servings
To revellers who failed to notice notes
Flowing freely from the master’s hand
In the doorway a master of music;
Dionysus or Mammon?
Now like Nagasaki’s shadows
The partial image is a reminder
Of explosions that occurred
Their lasting legacy unclear.