County Kerry
In the morning I woke up in Ireland
I was sleeping off a London hangover,
From coffee shops and pubs sprinkled along a labyrinth of ancient winding streets
I heard the gentle rain announce its own arrival on the roof above,
And stepped outside to watch clouds born in the Atlantic dissipate into green hills;
Like smoke from from pagan rites in ceremonies long forgoten
Later that same day…
One of the most beautiful women I had known pointed out a June blooming flower called fusia
-A name she intended to give to her first daughter – while walking along paths in the forest
And soon we rounded a corner and stumbled across the ruins of a cottage
The only wall remaining held an empty doorway;
As if the space had created the strength to keep it standing
Very well written. If you could keep writing poems like this I will surely read them enthusiastically.
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