Mac Oisín
Curator note: A framed version of this poem by James Cousins, aka Mac Oisín and Jayara, hangs in a rustic wooden frame in the Library. We have no proof, but our grandfather claims it is an original draft made by Mac himself while on a long journey East.
High and Low
by M.O.
He Stumbled Home From Clifden Fair
With Drunken Song, And Cheeks Aglow.
Yet There Was Something In His Air
That Told Of Kingship Long Ago.
I Sighed — And Inly Cried
With Grief That One So High Should Fall So Low.
He Snatched A Flower And Sniffed Its Scent,
And Waved It Toward The Sunset Sky.
Some Old Sweet Rapture Thro' Him Went
And Kindled In His Bloodshot Eye.
I Turned — And Inly Burned
With Joy That One So Low Should Rise So High.
