In The Irish Times, I wrote about my admiration for the poem ‘Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire’ and the deep sense of empathy I felt with the woman who composed the lament, Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill. Here’s an extract:
“I thought of her often as I waited to collect my eldest son in a rainy schoolyard, as I rocked a pram and held my son’s little hand as he splashed through puddles. I thought of her as I looked beyond the silver river of the motorway, out over the low hills that stood between me and the furze bushes of Carraig an Ime, the lonely place where she jumped from Art’s horse and wept over her husband’s crumpled body. The drizzle seemed to fade the distance between us.”
You can read the article in full, as well as the poem I wrote in response, here.