Poems by Achill Island writer Anne Kelly. This section contains poems about Achill and other subjects, written by Achill Island native Anne Kelly. Use the links below to return to the poems index page or the daily poem from Achill Island.

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Archive of poetry by Anne Kelly

Musical Interlude

There is a man
Who thinks I'm Anne, the lute,
Waiting for his touch
To spring to life
And let my music flow
Deeply into his.

But I am not Anne, the lute,
My wood is deeply linked
To the tree
Whose roots are firmly planted
In the ground
Of my own sound.

The man must understand
That unless he carves his name
On the wood of my tree
He will never pluck the strings
Of this fragile lute
Held close to my deepest heart.

by Anne Kelly

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