Poetry Travel

The Manor

chimney at Adare

The Manor


To the birds the Irish children sing

black birds fly

open arms swings with black drapes

undercut weeping trees

a flat sky

purple clouds reaching a nicely ruined castle.


The thundering ocean below

the backside of cliffs

braided hills

criss-crossed low stone walls

up against the roadway


Low caves

scaling falls of water

as the tide leaves

trees bend away from the ocean.


Adare Room

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