Leaving Early by Leanne O’Sullivan “My Love, tonight Fionnuala is your nurse. You’ll hear her voice sing-song around the ward lifting a wing at the shore of your darkness. I heard that, in another life, she too journeyed through a storm, a kind of curse, with the ocean rising darkly around her, fierce with cold, and no resting place, only the frozen rocks that tore her feet, the light on her shoulders. And no cure there but to wait it out. If, while I’m gone, your fever comes down — if the small, salt-laden shapes of her song appear to you as a first glimmer of earth-light, follow the sweet, hopeful voice of that landing. She will keep you safe beneath her wing.” To hear this poem read by Pádraig Ó Tuama on Poetry Unbound follow this link: https://onbeing.org/programs/leanne-osullivan-leaving-early/#transcript
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