A Necklace of WrensFor Mícheál Ó Ciarmhaic, fileWhen I was very youngI found a nestIts chirping youngwere fully fledged. They rose and re-alightedaround my neck,Made in the wet meadowa feather necklet. To them I was not humanbut a stone or tree:I felt a sharp wonderthey could not feel. That was when the craft camewhich demandsContinue reading “A Necklace Of Wrens : Michael Hartnett : : Bird Poems : :”