Maureen Curran




Dairy tale

It is the first twin thefts I like least
Her calf stolen
Her milk stolen

Then the theft of her wandering
Her daylight stolen
Her grazing stolen

There is the theft of her name
Her Daisy stolen
Her Henrietta stolen

Not to mention the theft of her standing
For she was Bo Finn
She was Bo Ruadh, Bo Dhubh

Next the theft of her twenty years
Her udders swollen, lifespan stolen
Her short life slit.





Maureen Curran is from Donegal, Ireland. Her poems are published widely in journals and can be read online at Honest Ulsterman, Lake Poetry, Southword, Spontaneity, Word Bohemia. She blogs with her group at and tweets @maureenwcurran

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