#connemara
Like wild geese, fishermen
and monks landed here, others
sailed on and discovered America
but they came back
by the north, Thule
where it rains glowing stones
where the land burns and the rocks
swim between boiling fountains
There are the gates of hell
and the paths to heaven
invisible above the clouds
around huge curtains of ice
They came back to tell
about these wonders, too biblical
to want to keep it secret
from their family and friends
And the new world
they forgot
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Connemara morning early
iron grey sky
scarping waves
of sharp and tempered steel
and a sun barely creeping
on peaty bog
and marshy sheep-shod field
here dwelt the silent ones
fertile gods of Erin's clan
who fed the earth
and coaxed the land
solemn faces watch us still
through smoky mist
on emerald hill
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 12:42 PM UTC