An Bóhar  (The Road)

An Bóhar (The Road)

A Poem by John Anthony Fingleton

I am back on the road again,
In the memories of my womb;
Labouring under a heavy sack,
Contracted footsteps, on my way to school.

Now it looks so narrow;
Or has it just shrunk in my head?
Compressed by the life I’ve lived,
And those dreams I had instead?

The city has seduced the land,
There are factories on the grass;
And the crossroads where the fiddler played,
Is now a tower, of steel and glass.

That granite walled old churchyard,
Has grown so many tombs;
But the gravel pathway looks unchanged;
Although a little worn.

My footsteps there still sound the same,
Haunting echo’s of the past,
Holding coffins on my shoulder;
Muffled bells at funeral Mass.

There I find the Celtic Cross,
Names engraved - I know each face,
Part of me lies buried here,
The proud history of my race.

A soft rain falls on ancient trees;
Then a choir of leaves are heard,
Resounding in this sacred place �"
A requiem for the dead.

© 2015 John Anthony Fingleton


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I agree, it's very evocative. Many stunning lines, repays a good few readings.

Posted 9 Years Ago


John Anthony Fingleton

9 Years Ago

Than you Adam.
Very evocative. Reminds me of many places.

Posted 9 Years Ago


John Anthony Fingleton

9 Years Ago

Thank you Mick, I was born in Ireland but have spent many years outside......I am in Paraguay at pre.. read more

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John Anthony Fingleton
John Anthony Fingleton

Gommenec'h, Cote-d'Armor, France



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Been writing on and off all my life.....mainly poems, plays and songs..... I came here to escape other places. more..

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