To hear Mac Mahon play an air!
Mac Mahon from Clare!
Wrapped around his accordion
The broad frame of the man;
The pain of ages
Etched in his face,
Etched in his face,
Then
With a sudden sweep of arm
With a sudden sweep of arm
And shouldering swing,
He stretches the ribbed bellows beyond endurance span;
He stretches the ribbed bellows beyond endurance span;
Draws – out – the – note.
Then,
Taut as a string about to snap,
Then,
Taut as a string about to snap,
Holds
……….. stillness
Before he lets the instrument
……….. stillness
Before he lets the instrument
Draw another breath;
And we hold ours.
And we hold ours.
.
Amhrán na Leabhar
A poet’s treasure
Lost at sea.
Port na bPúcaí;
Buttoned high
The cry of the Shee..
The cry of the Shee..
A searing searching
Scalpel note
Finds the open heart;
Is held again
For an eternity.
For an eternity.
Then……
Once more,
………. Stillness
Suspended in the ancient air,
………. Stillness
Suspended in the ancient air,
He is done.
The instrument breathes
A sigh of relief,
The bellows
Squeezed closed.
The instrument breathes
A sigh of relief,
The bellows
Squeezed closed.