Out on the horizon from Iskeroon,
there are three rock formations, all
titled in Irish folklore.

Differing in size, with two together,
the other off apiece as if it were a
field, the bull, the cow and the calf.

There is a lighthouse on the former,
beckoning, I sometimes think, to the
others away in the distance.

It has is a certain pathos, to the scene,
especially in the night, when I apply it
to the reality of human beings.

We are all part of this analogy, away
on our own or isolated conjointly, it
can be simply, a reluctant symbiosis.

The sea has a certain sadness about
it, tidal debris has always given me this
feeling, an ocean of content, discarded.


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From the shore of Iskeroon.com