By Stephen Reid (Eleanor Hull, The Boys’ Cuchulain) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’ —W.B. Yeats
crows’ flight
tied to my post, waiting
for my enemies
denying the Morrigu
dropping my sword at last
for Jane Dougherty’s a Month with Yeats: Day twenty-eight
Frank J. Tassone 
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