The secret gallery’s blog

Eight years ago, when I visited Doolin for about a month during my M.A, I wrote these poems that slightly resemble Haiku poetry. I wrote them as I walked near the Cliffs of Moher and across The Burren. Now they are draped over our sofa on lengths of cotton! Little did I know that my family would one day sit on the words in the very same house! Life is very unpredictable and mysterious!

Here

horses graze

among sea-foam

Looking down

the sea-gulls

are imitating stars

Floating on

even thistles

become soft

Every day

I walk

a circle

The moon

is reflected

in a distant rock-pool

Wind is blowing

even horses

cling to mountains