Finnegan’s Wake # Daniel Prude

A deft escape artist
Andy Dufrain
Crawled through a pipe
As he sang Nancy Spain
September sunshine
Peeps through the trees
Footprints form salt pools
In Fethard on Sea
The swan in the evening
Sweeps over the lake
Pipes and tobacco
At Finnegan’s wake
Another dead victim
So sad and so crude
Murdered by lawmen
Sleep soft Daniel Prude
Leaves from their branches
Now fall in Belcoo
Parsons and Vicars
Chant ‘Up Mary Lou’
Billions of brambles
Laden with berries
Thrushes patrolling
Like cops up in Skerries
A sanitized world
It’s Howard Hughes-esque
From tightly rolled bogeys
Under our desks.

Back soon…Sláinte!


About Tom Clancy, Poet, Folk Singer,

Tom Clancy, Poet. He is a renowned Irish folk musician, an aficionado of the tin whistle and the unique sounding, "Low Whistle". Well known as a Trad Folk Singer and International Rugby player, his poetry now speaks for itself, from the Hearth and the Heart. Facebook features more and more Poetry extracts as he nears the launch of his first book of poems. Tom is available as an after dinner speaker and entertainer, delivering the music and stories that form the soundtrack of his life.
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