Ghost Apples

Pic: Andrew Sietsema

In the heart of Ulster

Amongst the wren

Augments a tree

In Reubens Glen

That fashions fruit

Not ripe for men

A malus wrought of cold

For it’s considered that in

The nines of years

It’s apples crab to ice and tears

To mourn the wolf

They called Ailithir

Who’s buried at its feet

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