Friday, January 23, 2026

A poem by my friend Linda Ann Fraser


Fear Marbh


Off the coast of the Dingle Peninsula of Ireland

A man shaped rock island lies, 

Inis Tuaisceart, the Northern Isle.


They call him Fear Marbh, the deadman.


How does a heart and soul of a man turn to stone?

He’s been in this same spot for as long as time

and man have been around to witness him.

A man who can’t see beyond his rocky bed, 

cannot recognize emotions in himself or

others, he never changes, even when storms

pass by with waves that break over him.

He does not yield, he is deaf to all that

call just like when he was a human?

Is this why his unfeeling heart has 

turned to stone?


If a spark of truth should penetrate

this rock, will warmth and compassion ignite?

How many waves have pounded his side?

The cries of humanity may some day leak

through as the world circles the sun

in our vast luminous universe.


Linda Ann Fraser

1/16/2026


Inis Tuaisceart (In-is Tōōsh-kart)

Fear Marbh (Fear Mar-ov)


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