This poem by Irish Poet Austin Clarke reminds so much of my Auntie Eileen and how beautiful she is, Love you always, fly high, Love Sandra.
The Planters Daughter: Austin Clarke
When night stirred at sea,
And the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.
Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went —
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.
Sandra
29th March 2022