Back the Strand

By Stickleback

Tue, 24 Jun 2008

(For John B Keane at 70)

Back the strand I have walked
between the remnants of bagged up pups
Bright blossoms of anemone
and washed back sheeps' gut

A leveret has sprung
from where my foot would tread
Hesitant past a *saint tombed isle
Archipelago of the dead

Distant bells have voiced their call
consecrating the wind torn hills
Over cloud chased Coomanaspig
curlews answered shrill

This path rising to a jagged grin
where moon and earth meet sun and sky
In the long grass there to listen
amongst shell and sea song I will lie

*Illaunloughan near Portmagee, County Kerry

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