Anonymous on Sarsfield Bridge, Limerick

For T 

In winter rain for the walk

on embankments dressed,

commingled and knew,

shallowed breath and conversation.

Cold and warm the darkness came,

pillowed steam of hob flame.

Woollen heavy, fragranced with spice.

Gave way to petrichor.

The Curragower Sonorous

and we danced from the vine

On the slip in limerence, 

illicit and supine.

But in our harbour sheltered 

and this before the glow,

Hiraeth I know you,

you call to me from then.

– Anonymous

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