My Father Played The Melodeon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


My father played the melodeonA
Outside at our gateB
There were stars in the morning eastC
And they danced to his musicD
Across the world bogs his melodeon calledE
To Lennons and CallansF
As I pulled on my trousers in a hurryG
I knew some strange thing had happenedH
Outside in the cow house my motherI
Made the music of milkingJ
The light of the stable lamp was a starK
And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkleL
A water hen screeched in the bogM
Mass going feetN
Crunched the wafer ice on the polt holesF
Somebody wistfully twisted a bellow's wheelO
My child poet picked out the lettersF
On Time's black stoneA
In silver the wonder of a Christmas townlandN
The winking glitter of a frosty dawnA
Cassiopea was overI
Cassidy's hanging hillP
I looked and three whin bushes rode acossF
The horizon the Three Wise KingsF
My father played the melodeonA
My mother milked the cowsF
And I had a prayer like a white rose pinnedN
On the Virgin Mary's blouseF

Patrick Kavanagh


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