{"id":1950,"date":"2013-12-29T04:32:58","date_gmt":"2013-12-29T04:32:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1950"},"modified":"2015-06-24T04:36:17","modified_gmt":"2015-06-24T04:36:17","slug":"idle-thoughts-while-walking-in-sligo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/idle-thoughts-while-walking-in-sligo\/","title":{"rendered":"Idle Thoughts While Walking in Sligo"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is little in lapping waves here where I walk,
\nAnd mountains tall loom over houses,
\nNeath a grey sky that fortells rain…<\/p>\n

The sky, still crying for the death of Maeve
\nKilled from a slingshot cast from Cairn Hill
\nUnder which the shadow my folk are from…<\/p>\n

They – on the side on the road to Cooley:
\nI upon the side that faces Rathcroghan, I live
\nWhere Ulster Men, a barrier they built…<\/p>\n

Colmcille foretold they would draw blood
\nIn this shallow barrier, wrought by the Black Pig
\nKnown as the Dyke… yet, here i walk…<\/p>\n

Waves lapping on the strand, as the grey sea,
\nNeath a darker sky that dries for the death of Maeve…
\nMurdered by her nephew, as in all good tragedies…<\/p>\n

I think to myself… why did he for a weapon choose cheese?<\/p>\n

\"Burial
Burial Place of Queen Maedbh – Knocknaree in Sligo<\/figcaption><\/figure>“<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is little in lapping waves here where I walk, And mountains tall loom over houses, Neath a grey sky that fortells rain… The sky, still crying for the death of Maeve Killed from a slingshot cast from Cairn Hill Under which the shadow my folk are from… They – …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[168,120,23,90],"tags":[1867,2123,2125,1212,1234,197,2124],"class_list":["post-1950","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-irish-legend","category-non-rhyming-poems","category-north-longford","category-walking-verses","tag-black-pigs-dyke","tag-colmcille","tag-knocknaree","tag-non-rhyming-poem","tag-queen-maeve","tag-sligo","tag-tain-trail","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-vs","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1731,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/from-corn-hill-his-spirit-watches\/","url_meta":{"origin":1950,"position":0},"title":"From Corn Hill His Spirit Watches","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"20th May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"The latest of the restored poems to the website, from a couple of years back Upon that hilltop he does sleep His spirit on all below does keep Watchful eye on cattle men and sheep Where the Black Pig its Dyke deep ploughed. 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