The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 106

The Linnet´s Wings The Haunting of Niall of the 9 Hostages By Ann Egan This man, he lives by my side, is with me in my every move. I know him better than my wife. Sometimes I fear I am him. I am his hostage, he is my keeper. But that’s a hull full of useless booty, for I am Niall, the hostage taker, not the imprisoned of this strange one. Let me call him forth from the depths of my own making, bid him quake before me, mighty plunderer. Tremble like a timid servant sacked by his master, cross as a weasel, he speeds into a burrow, reaches rock, can’t go on, can’t go back as hounds bay for the taste of his wildness. O Tenth One, you are more real than my pilot who steers my fleet, trawls seas’ vagaries, sound’s calm. 106