“Apple of Weeping Eyes” LIVE 2023

Apple of Weeping Eyes.

Down beside the dark, deep water

just beyond old Kavanagh’s seat,

walks a mother’s wayward daughter,

heels click-clacking towards her beat.

Her last trick had only bought her

enough to keep just this night sweet

and the respite, she had fought for

would soon end with whom she’d meet.

For the dragon, that had caught her,

while she chased its foil-run heat,

had inexorably brought her

to this dappled, leaf-shade street

and the twisted mind that stalked her,

stole the traces of her feet

’til the act for which he’d sought her

left her dying at his feet.

Just a girl, like any other;

the apple of wet, weeping eyes.

bejewelled child to some poor mother,

now left wailing to the skies.

Her bright dreams had all been smothered

under opiated highs,

gifts, at first, from wasted lovers,

with addictions ill-disguised.

But the pain that must have shoved her

down this pathway, she despised,

we must not leave undiscovered,

while we preach and moralise.

Her sad death has brought a shudder

to so many cosy lives,

now my fears are for the others,

prey to after midnight knives.

© BRENDAN HICKEY 1998