Muirchu: The Sea Hound

Muirchú: The Sea Hound

by Hugh A Tague

Atop a yard, on Life’s river, she grew

Irish sweat and blood filled her berth with steel

In Nature’s name, she patrolled Eire’s shores

Fish-poaching trawlers were to be her wars.

 

The world’s skies turned a sinister pitch black

Sailor’s blood streaks the coke-laden sea swells

Seized by the crown, and dressed with his arms

Helga thunders into Dublin killing her sons.

 

Otherwhere, agents dance cloaked in darkness

Ebon waters chase the blue from the North Sea    

Sir Rodger Casement’s crusade disallowed

A rendezvous lost, scuttled the Libau

 

Independence, the means to Helga’s end

Thus freeing her spirit: The Hound of the Sea

Countless leagues passed beneath her weathered bow  

Near the Isles of Saltee, she’s laid her head down.

 

Atop a yard, on life’s river, she grew

Irish sweat and blood filled her berth with steel

Seized by the crown, and dressed with his arms

Helga thunders into Dublin killing her sons.

About the author

I'm an American poet of Irish descent, I love to read and write poetry, any kind any time. Peace and love Yo, For more of my work: hughataguepoetry.wordpress.com

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