Sister Bridget by the stair: a glass of wine and she?s almost there. Cousin Jimmy at the door: another beer and he?s on the floor. Friends and neighbours
divine intervention, he can be a man of principle. In the evening light, with a fair-ground girl he stops himself as his head begins to whirl. And he walks her home
The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light