Where’s Seamus Heaney When You Need Him?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I’m searching for superlatives, I’m struggling for the Muse.
I’m digging for expressions to do justice to the news.
I’m plucking verbs at random, but don’t know which one to choose,
For my mind has been discoloured by a literary bruise.
Emotions swirling round my head conspire to confuse,
My verbal powers can’t manage to translate my lofty views.
I just don’t have the wherewithal to give the team its dues.
Oh, would that Seamus Heaney could be standing in my shoes!


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