A silent chanter
sits in its silver case,
the year of the piper
is put on hold,
all nations weave about town,
affluent and bronzed.
A cathedral mirage
miraculously disappears,
a Peruvian air
on the panpipes soars,
Our resolve is tested.
In the Max café,
little empires are expanded,
while drinking Annie's Lane,
the guitar man strikes
a personal chord.
From Auburn to Laburnum,
a lady knits a chair cover,
her great-grandparents
transplanted from
famine Cork and Kerry.
Two whistlers play a planxty tune,
In the high noon heat
the lagerphone pulsates,
with a stitched up bodhrán it altercates,
Healing the wounds of
An Unforgotten Culture.
March 2007
Ciarán Kelly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melbourne-5/
