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Poetry along The Burren Way

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Old foot road from Fanore

to Ballyvaughan

 

Four windmills

 

Rock flowers

brown bird

first raindrops

yellow fern

young bull

two magpies cross

 

Stone boulders lay silently

 

Fast moving grey cloud

over grey mountain

rock slope shines for a moment

 

Low stone walls crisscross

a seagull glides on air currents

leaving no trace of where it has been

 

A dog barks across

a low rocky mountain

wind gnarled thorn trees

 

Hawk great sky navigator

suddenly a second hawk

flies low over

the sloping rock fields

 

Wind dried

sky road

 

The ocean is covered with cloud shadow

rain in the sea

 

A single tree clings

to the mountainside

 

Stillness almost

 

Chirps from a hidden bird

taking shelter with wild strawberries and mint

 

Rain drops cling to

flower petals

 

I wrote this on 26 July 2000

This day 6 years later our son was born! Much has changed since then in our lives but the Burren appears much the same as it did that day!

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Written by Marianne Slevin

27 September, 2008 at 11:48 am

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A three day walk in the Burren, Co.Clare

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Goats beard or meadow sweet              orchid                       rust wheelbarrow for air                     hair bell                     clack of stones                wind shaped tree                   white

orchid                                        summer grass smell                                              herb Robert                                   thistle meadow                             milk wort                              butter wort 

bird foot trefoil                        dog daisy                        cuckoo spit                           bloody cranes bill                              rock hill                       corn crakes               meadow cutting            

 

                        sunlit valley                               blue at last                                  blue bell        low flying butterfly                   only foot print         memories            song bird

field of low lying rocks       

                                               portal tomb                 door way                          rock rose                              self heal                       pea-like flower                      speed well               swallows

dry river bed                    wind whistling through the valley                silver weed                    meadow brown butterfly                bramble faintly pink        blue butterfly winding down a path

nectar from fusia flower            scent of white clover              sun scorched dock leaves             winding stone walls                                                                   

                              scented air                                                                                                                                  white butterfly                    feet brushing the grass

Written by Marianne Slevin

14 September, 2008 at 8:20 pm

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The Power of Words

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I think of the words we use as being very powerful, that they go out into the universe whether they are written, spoken or sung. Positive words have positive vibrations and so with the opposite. I try to use positive words in my art practice or at least neutral words. Names of places often seem to influence what happens in the place, such as in Northern Ireland could it be possible that if “Stormont” had another name (Starmont maybe?) would peace have been a little bit easier to achieve? To me millions of people writing and saying a word that conjures up images and feelings of torment, and the mount of storms! (tormenta being the spanish for storm) cannot be helpful when aiming for peace! Peace talks in such a building, sounds like starting at a disadvantage! What are we calling for? The words I used in the “sheet in the sea” pieces were based on this idea, as well as for me of being a visual affirmation of harmony between humans and the rest the natural world.

Love Unity Love Laughter Love Live Love Light Love Love Love!!

Written by Marianne Slevin

13 September, 2008 at 7:52 pm

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