Treacherous Times

Sean Maguire with a poem from a published collection of his work written in memory of his brother, Thomas. 

On the seventh day, of the third 
a shade before the coming of spring,
your voice ceased to laugh and
A grim wind rapped the door, 
you closed just a few hours     
we knew you would not return 

➽Seán Maguire has been writing poetry, song lyrics, short stories and non-fiction for over thirty years and has had a considerable amount of his work published in magazines, newspapers, anthologies and online blogs. The above poem is taken from his collection For Those Left Behind.

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