Die I Januarii. )
keeper of the Years, reveals his opening page of ‘Sixteen,
neath her white dalmatic Mannin waits!
Cortege ~ cloudbank’s draped in sombre black ~
the weeping glens from Kimmeragh to ‘verge on Burroo~Ned.
mausoleum of pristine snow
germinant ,beget their newer kind.
in the dungeon of the fortress by the claddagh wall
Contemplates his coming tryst within
Deemster’s Court at manhood’s end.
by the Seraphim The Donor of Terrestrial Light
all obedient, casts her mantle o’er the Isle.
the ramparts by the barbican
the ancient harbinger of Doom,
II Januarii. )
An early dawn
concedes her grudging modicum of grey.
the Rushen keep in cavalcade
hemmed by Counsellors and Militiamen
To march on
Burn slows down her running tides
to the Champion’s crowning show
a flight of gulls their raucid protests loose.
impotent, before her chilloch weeps
rising from their sodden dykes at Arragon Mooar
on the alien brows.
volley violates the morning’s brittle air………
William entereth into History.
squats upon the gateway of the Dead at Kirk Malew
His lone bardoon
the pall-men with their warrior slain.
down the ages on, the wings of everlasting sound
Spirit breathes anew:-
The Resurrection And The Life”……..
Far off the
coast Mannanin-beg inciteth fury mid the tides
his raging breakers ‘gainst the rugged Scarlett Stack.
of Laochtyn on the slopes of Irrey lhaa
tremolous dirgeAs Kieran boughs interpret ‘con sordina’
for the parted uachtarain.
A solemn compline
steals from Rushen’s ghostly, choirs
evening fields of Billown Mooar.
at Cronk Sumark a spectral Wake decree.
By Slieu Freoghane
the Shen- ven’s votive lights appear
velvet reredos of night
In vigil til
the Newer Dawn………
Germon, Brendan, Maughold, Conchan, Bride and Lua
fellow Lord of Man.
And now the
hours of dark their measured spans have told;
of the Dawn, her lanthorn shews to guide anew
cortege from the Cronk-ny-Merrieu
Kiemach’s Rhullick neath
Trammons at Malew.
Deemster of the Tides, his orisons unloose
Upon the sea
winds west of Spanish Head ~
with the dead.
Patriot’s tomb this latter day
with the drifting rains ~ a little Nations tears ~
‘cross the Sheading of Marown;
successor of his foes,
S. P. Thornton