Frank Corcoran

irish composer

THE ICY VICE THIS FEBRUARY EUROPE

Silent is my lake
Deep in its quiet bowels
Slumber unquiet clouds

A jig-saw puzzle:
Its gray expanse of water
High above clouds flecked

No form is their form
Cubic metres of water,
Clouds, lake, frozen day

Nose blue, Polar air cuts, thanks very much. ( Numb fingers reach for Early Irish Lyrics , fine deep-freezing form . I “musicked” some for choir in February 1972… )

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