Tag Archives: rocks
Donegal
Folding mist, blurred edge of land and sky. Roads twisting, turning, falling, rising, each curve a poem. Where are you leading me, I asked? Just keep walking came the reply. Wavelets bright as stars in a night sky flashed … Continue reading
A Delirium Of Wildness
In an unruly, extravagant wild, weathered golden rocks crown a precious land. Bluebells burst through scrub, moss and brambles. Nests are built and slept in, oft times disturbed by approaching footsteps. The occupants rise up in … Continue reading
Wind Of Change
In this wind, Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand. What news do they bring from far-away lands (from my notebook – May 13th) I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay … Continue reading
Third Anniversary
4th February 2015 A bright winter sun, cut through with North wind chill. I sit with some discomfort below the wall made from rocks and stones. The tide is out. I feel it has taken you with it but I … Continue reading
Listening
Will you listen with me, to the gusting breeze dashing over hawthorn bushes. To sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff. To the hum of engines trawling the mist like a lost soul.