Alan Ireland Poet Rhyme

St Cuthbert

On Lindisfarne, they say, 
St Cuthbert took a hooded crow, 
A jackdaw and a jay, 
And on their strident tongues bestowed

The gift of harmony.
No more did ugly croaks and caws
Dispute above the sea, 
Or trouble those sequestered shores.

They sang all day, those three; 
And as they drew their corvine kin, 
The devil wept to see
His shrinking nursery of sin.

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Patricia Cresswell August 10, 2017 at 8:12 AM A wonderful legend well told.

Dean Wood June 13, 2017 at 5:23 PM So well written. Smooth as silk. Fun poem! I will be saving this to my favorites sir. I do beg your pardon. Dean Alan Ireland June 15, 2017 at 4:00 AM Thank you for all your kind comments. This particular piece is "invented myth". In other words, I made it up. It is, however, roughly in keeping with the writings of the Venerable Bede.