My Dark-Haired Girl

My dark-haired girl, the sky is bright,
And on this last and lovely night
I would, from this old hillside’s height
This time with you retain —
Nevermore we’ll tread these grasses,
Never down the lane
Singing will we go together,
Free from grief, and pain —
Fortune, with its winter passes,
Drives me home again:
But as long as we’re together
Love will us sustain —
Yet see, my love, the sky is bright,
And on this last and lovely night
I would, from this old hillside’s height
This time with you retain.

My dark-haired girl, up here we met,
And that great night is precious yet,
When my few honest words could get
A tearful smile from you —
Hearts were pledged ere either knew it,
How the moments flew:
Mine was gone before I knew it,
With a glance from you —
Though this wan’dring, as we call this,
Nevermore we’ll do,
Now, I’d say goodbye to all this
And, my love, to you —
My dark-haired girl, up here we met,
And this great night is precious yet,
When these few honest words can get
A tearful smile from you.


(Loose translation of “Mo Nighean Dubh”, an old Gaelic folksong – Owen)

Look Within

(Loosely Translated and Paraphrased from the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius. – Owen)

Look within,
And never let
The uniqueness or
Value of anything
Escape your notice.

Everything changes,
But everything eventually
Comes together,
Or, if it is meant to,
Disperses.

There is a sense that governs things,
And it understands itself,
What it is doing,
And what and whom it acts upon.

The best revenge
Is avoiding
Becoming like
The person who wronged you.

We are never injured
By the truth,
But, rather,
By trying to avoid it.

ghost village

how the village now sits, alone
that once was full of people;
how she grieves now for her lost

once, she held her shapely head high
a promising girl among grown women –
now a forgotten widow

the tears she cries in the evening
glisten silently on her cheeks
and none who proclaimed love for her reach out a hand

for those once claiming to be friends
they laughed the loudest among those
who cheered her downfall

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Paraphrased from the “Book of Lamentations”