Ireland Poetry

Southern Ireland

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The peace of thick rivers overgrown

beauty of ancient ground.

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Trees bending out over the earth

fifteen-foot arms reaching upward

swoops so heavy

I don’t know how they are holding.

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Poison Garden

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Cast glass faces in isolation

caged in iron lids beside

cat mint, willow and Wolfsbane.

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Blarney Castle Gardens

 

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