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| Story ID: | 2724 |
| Written by: | Veronica Breen Hogle (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | Irish Cultural Events |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Bagenalstown Co. Carlow Ireland |
| Year: | 1955 |
| Person: | Eileen Breen |
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ODE TO A BUTT Poem number 11 by the late Eileen Breen March 27, 1916 - May 5, 2006 ______________________________________ ODE TO A BUTT Oh, glowing end beneath the grate Lying alone, deserving better fate You’ve soothed turmoil in my savage breast And burned a hole within my wooly vest Your smoke rings rose like halos ‘round my head Charming last conscience hours of mine in bed And now you lie there waiting to be swept Into the dust, unhonoured and unwept To hold you to my trembling lips again I fain would do, but it would cause me pain So I must say farewell to you, my friend Smoked and consumed until the bitter end. ___________________________________ Note: Eileen Breen smoked as a young girl and woman. She stopped when she was in her 30s because "The smoke was makin' the ceilings yellow, hidin' in the curtains and smellin'up the whole house," was her reason. |
