Loch Gowna by Noel Monaghan
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A Woman washing Saw his eyes, Through the sweet water in the well at Rathbracken. His hooves pulling free of the earth, his calf head breaking the water. She stroked his long wet back with dry grass, legs slowly stretching, his mouth reacing for the first milk. |
Only close awhile, the calf broke clear of the well of the well and the woman, burst past the brush in the gap, down through the fields and meadows, A long river trailing his tail, His fat ears dripping. The hills shaped a lake, In the valley, Reeds grew, trout hatched, Swans came to nest, And through the lakes big eye, The calf looks up to the sky. |
