Further up there is the
island with an alluvial
strand where I have yet
to catch sight of a sinner
soul.

Below there is an ornate
waterfall in the shallows.
On days off from rain it is
home to mute swans posing
for still shots, in reflection.

During aqua alto it is out
of vision since my arched
eyes have been blackened
by the river's water with
foreign matter from Kerry.

Granite pillars buttress the ebb
and flow. Relief angles deflect the
displacement torrent's unrelenting
efforts at heave **-ing its hydraulic
exertion.

Past all this commotion, where
salmon sleep, from here did
lovers leap into the amniotic
fluid shortly before their birth
and miscarriage of judgement.

En route to the ocean, a
whirl-pool, by Castle Hyde
and a round of applause for the
River Dancer, then, the Atlantic,
to dispose of debris.

Ps.

We are speaking about the Bridge
at Mallow County Cork in Ireland
which is on The River Blackwater.

Castle Hyde in Fermoy is where
Michael Flatley lives.