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Wednesday, 6 March 2019

Outnumbered. Outgunned.

Today, the world is a black crow

pecking the remains of road kill.

Is a spiders web too fragile a thread

to bear the weight of its maker.

Is an unlit candle.

Is a thimble on an index finger.

Is feet stilled to the rhythm

of a dimmed pulse.

Is a mind unburdened.

Is the voice stolen to darkness,

louder now in my quietened heart.


© Maeve McKenna

Prodigy frontman Keith Flint found dead at home aged 49

Maeve lives in rural Ireland with her husband, three children and two dogs. She writes because she has too. Find some snippets of her writing on Instagram @maevemckenna37

3 comments:

  1. Louise Hourihane6 March 2019 at 09:08

    Beautifully written.

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  2. Fabulous Maeve, well done. I wasn't familiar with Prodigy, but you capture the grief I see a lot of people feeling.

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