Burren

In Memoriam John Prine

I have harvested enchantment
in fields of stone
Under the shrill protest
of small wild birds
Gathered shadows of dead heroes
into creels of bone

I have heard the laments
of childless women
crowd through dead forests
Traced the scrawl where bony fingers
picked out each patchwork rut and row
A bright mist shrouds

their faces. Gentle
the trickle of their tears
Remembering each flawed caress
nurturing cut flowers
Urging dormant seeds to grow
from ancient fissures

*The Burren is is a unique karst-landscape region in northwest County Clare,Ireland

* John Prine had a house in Kinvara, County Galway where this poem was written. He was also a big fan of the Burren so I've decided to dedicate this poem to him to mark his sad passing.

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