Tag: sligo
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Watching The Sea At Yellow Strand Beach
Maps to roadways where Gards don’t go Keys to kingdoms where stars don’t glow Moon curved carved out sea slabs Sea breach foam beards along the strand like the wet dab of cold cloth fever reveres, the fearless tide reappears a million times rebuffed.
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Sligo
Here every gatepost is one Yeats leant against It’s like they’re obsessed, facades wearing fragments of stanzas Strangers mates you haven’t met yet, enemies friends kept at breast He’ll be a second coming now he’s gone, due after Godot, gone with winds he worshipped His cold eye cast like a spell, his grave aligned to…
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Vision of Antique Province
Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs Satires they penned could legacies strip Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich Benbulben of the doors is the…