A vastness of welded lime
Domed upon the shore
In Ireland's beauteous County Clare,
Who could wish for more?

Born of countless creatures, dead,
In oceanic sand
Calcifying remnants hewn
By crafted Makers hand.

Waves of mountain green-ness, vast,
Retreating by the years
Chased by wild millennia to
Far lower shoreline tiers.

Thus like the mystic Kraken beast
The Burren reared its head
To loom in limestone vastness
Way above the coastal spread.

Cold Atlantic fury's rage
In gales of tempest blast
Flung as mere in-consequence
When mirrored to the past

Massive Domed striation
Of ancient limestone bed,
Seek thee now acclaim of Gods
Or humbleness, instead?

Tho vastly white and monstrous
Above this Irish sea,
The Burren looms, mysterious,
Yet  magnificent to me.

M.
23 March 2022