Archive for October 1st, 2008
Memories of interventions and other things in the Burren
Walking on rocks the sea covers.
Watching words in the sea
being covered and uncovered by sand.
Wind blown drip drawing
indigo and gold.
For a moment the sea looks white like a milk pond.
Two crows on sea warn grey rocks.
Do the boat like vessels still drip indigo tonight?
Where is the dolphin sleeping tonight?
Is there shelter beneath the great tall cliffs?
Swell of wind blown grasses and sweet flowers.
Sea and rain hollowed rocks hold little pools of sea water.
The stony beach looks different today, hills of rock.
Roaring sea.
Returning home, stepping on sun-warmed rocks.
Rock pools like rivers.
A trail in the sand of an unknown bird.
Tide lines.
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