Kitteen

Kitteen

Kitteen

BYMargaret Kennedy

BYMargaret Kennedy

BY

Margaret Kennedy

I sat beside the ingle-nook,The fire was glowing;The pot was bubbling on the hook,The wind was blowing.In the shadows of the roomGhosts were hiding;From the furthest, deepest gloomThey came gliding.At the back of me I knewCrowds were creeping.Through the house the storm-wind blew,Flames went leaping,Awful shadows on the wallSet me screaming.Close at hand came Someone’s call:“Sure she’s dreaming!What have you seen?Kitteen!Tell us, what have you seen?”In the brown bog by the lakeThere are stacks of drying peat;When by chance that way I take,Past I run with flying feet;For once when, wandering carelessly,I came into that lonely place,I watched a peat stack close to meAnd saw it had a wrinkled face!All old women sitting round,Each one in a long brown cloak;They gazed and gazed upon the groundWith eyes like stones, and never spoke.Then I turned my back and fledUp our hill, with stumbling feet;In a doorway Someone said:“She’s as white as any sheet!What did you see?Kitteen machree!Tell us, what did you see?”

I sat beside the ingle-nook,The fire was glowing;The pot was bubbling on the hook,The wind was blowing.In the shadows of the roomGhosts were hiding;From the furthest, deepest gloomThey came gliding.At the back of me I knewCrowds were creeping.Through the house the storm-wind blew,Flames went leaping,Awful shadows on the wallSet me screaming.Close at hand came Someone’s call:“Sure she’s dreaming!What have you seen?Kitteen!Tell us, what have you seen?”In the brown bog by the lakeThere are stacks of drying peat;When by chance that way I take,Past I run with flying feet;For once when, wandering carelessly,I came into that lonely place,I watched a peat stack close to meAnd saw it had a wrinkled face!All old women sitting round,Each one in a long brown cloak;They gazed and gazed upon the groundWith eyes like stones, and never spoke.Then I turned my back and fledUp our hill, with stumbling feet;In a doorway Someone said:“She’s as white as any sheet!What did you see?Kitteen machree!Tell us, what did you see?”

I sat beside the ingle-nook,The fire was glowing;The pot was bubbling on the hook,The wind was blowing.In the shadows of the roomGhosts were hiding;From the furthest, deepest gloomThey came gliding.At the back of me I knewCrowds were creeping.Through the house the storm-wind blew,Flames went leaping,Awful shadows on the wallSet me screaming.Close at hand came Someone’s call:“Sure she’s dreaming!What have you seen?Kitteen!Tell us, what have you seen?”

I sat beside the ingle-nook,

The fire was glowing;

The pot was bubbling on the hook,

The wind was blowing.

In the shadows of the room

Ghosts were hiding;

From the furthest, deepest gloom

They came gliding.

At the back of me I knew

Crowds were creeping.

Through the house the storm-wind blew,

Flames went leaping,

Awful shadows on the wall

Set me screaming.

Close at hand came Someone’s call:

“Sure she’s dreaming!

What have you seen?

Kitteen!

Tell us, what have you seen?”

In the brown bog by the lakeThere are stacks of drying peat;When by chance that way I take,Past I run with flying feet;For once when, wandering carelessly,I came into that lonely place,I watched a peat stack close to meAnd saw it had a wrinkled face!All old women sitting round,Each one in a long brown cloak;They gazed and gazed upon the groundWith eyes like stones, and never spoke.Then I turned my back and fledUp our hill, with stumbling feet;In a doorway Someone said:“She’s as white as any sheet!What did you see?Kitteen machree!Tell us, what did you see?”

In the brown bog by the lake

There are stacks of drying peat;

When by chance that way I take,

Past I run with flying feet;

For once when, wandering carelessly,

I came into that lonely place,

I watched a peat stack close to me

And saw it had a wrinkled face!

All old women sitting round,

Each one in a long brown cloak;

They gazed and gazed upon the ground

With eyes like stones, and never spoke.

Then I turned my back and fled

Up our hill, with stumbling feet;

In a doorway Someone said:

“She’s as white as any sheet!

What did you see?

Kitteen machree!

Tell us, what did you see?”


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