Tho I've never met it, I know that Heaney's pen
Is whimsical. It's got a mind of its own,
One of those lyrical trap door minds
You walk across, and Poof you're in the basement.
All you hear is Seamus Heaney's pen,
Irishly laughing.
sheena blackhall
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seamus-heaney-s-pen/
