Sir Dominick’s Bargain V


It is an old story this one
But, you’ll believe me when I say
All the more true for being so

My grandfather first told it me
When I was only a tiny boy
And I’ve spoken and I’ve sung it out

More times than you could ever count
To anyone who’ll listen
To anyone who will hear me

But my back is twisted now and
My head is grey and I know that
Soon enough I’ll be put under this turf

Where my skin will rot and my bones bleach
And there will be nobody left
Who’ll want to listen to me

So this story is yours now
Take it and tell it any way you like
Tell it as many times as you like

In dark forests and by firesides
On dusty pages, in songs or sonnets
Shape it and change it and turn it

This story belongs to you now
This strange legend of dunoran
This story has some telling still to do


Sir Dominick’s Bargain, 14 poems by Rufus Woodward based on the story by Sheridan Le Fanu.  Now available.


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