My brother walked on Blasket Mor
Sacred island ground
I saw it in a video
The sight the scene the sound
The likes of us O’Crohan said
Will not be seen again
The old way was dying out
I saw it once back when
Back when I a child astor
Came to my mother’s home
And sat beside the turf fire bright
As if it was my own
My grandmother laid iron tongs on me
From fairies to protect
I grew up from that ancient place
Her blessing I feel yet
We come from ancient people
From memories long ago
We come from simple living
From fire and river flow
The Blasket now reminds us
Of how our life can be
The simple things the lovely things
A life for you and me
Brian Fahy
12 August 2022
+ A You Tube video by Derek Cullen sees him spend a couple of nights on the Great Blasket Island, and share with us the stunning beauty of that western island.
Erris Poetry 