Hunger At The Crossroads

Brendan Curran ✒ with a poem from his expansive body of work, this one penned while in the Wicklow Mountains.18-April-2022 Hunger At The Crossroads The birds had stopped their singingThere was nothing on the treesThe wind began to hold its breathNot a single wave in the sea♞♜♝The clouds darkened high above usThe sun nowhere to be seenThe rain thundered down upon usThe cold earth brown and green♞♜