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Outside the Blarney Castle

 

Druid Forest Blarney Castle

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The Druid Forest

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A gnarl of deep roots

buried built and cut into rocks

a witches kitchen

the relief of the ancient Appalachians

crawling in the caves below.

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Circular stones ring the central opening

surrounded by overlapping ovals

sturdy pines

a soft needled floor.

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A bold of red Japanese maple

fell recently to cover

the rocky foundations of

where we walk

an entry to the under world

Dolman portals, weeping cliffs

a brook with

heather floating.

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The elephant rough ears swoop

to the stream.

It’s the magic of mountains

secret images in our subconscious

rocks rising from their earth graves

to capture us

in the water spring spills.

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Blarney Castle

 

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Blarney Castle

 

Trinity College Dublin

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.Blarney Castle

.Blarney Castle Ireland 2012

Blarney Castle

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Simply structured pavilions

garden sheds to cover and

hide the foot path

walking into the grounds

a huge fortress in the horizon.

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Stone ledges left empty

holding imaginary floors

circular stair turrets

in the corner towers

a castle rising from

natural rock foundations.

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Beside this, a poison garden

succulents growing in the mortar beds

empty rose cages for the season

wood, iron, fences, houses

taking on the green luster

moss and mold over an island.

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Ancient trees

Sequoia’s arms full of ferns

a museum in the meadow

thick rooted beings

sharing a manicured, vibrant lime lawn

pillars of families and

unlike siblings below

a misty moving sky.

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Blarney by Phil

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Entry to Druid Forest

 

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Ireland Driving


 Adare Ireland

Adare Manor Grounds Ireland

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Nighttime driving in Ireland

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Thin streets without any lights past cities

by five everyone in Ireland should be

settled in a pub with Celtic music

close to home.

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We realize a week later

there weren’t completely

new ideas to get used to.

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To NY

Killarney NP

To NY

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Americans were built on hurriedness.

The to New Yorkers became thousands of ToNY’s.

Our ancestors passed on their intuitive genes

of making business full-time.

Traveling back, four or five generations ago

to the land where your blood is from

reveals an unmistaken sense that the

slower part of you would like to have remained.

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Killarney NP 2012

~Killarney Ireland

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Ireland Culture

Blarney Castle

The Calmness of an Unhurried Culture Remains

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Let’s fill our castles full

of trinkets, deep wool scarves

feather beds and niceties.

The next generation will

split the wealth among farmers.

The earnings of a final generation

the overgrowing ivy

an abandoned mansion

managing a gnarly tree in

the drawing room.

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Adare

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Ireland Unfolds

Poet Stone

Ireland Unfolds

 

Streaming brook into a river

fallen leaves to the fairy forest

a poet’s stone resting beneath the tree

reads ‘Don’t place me in our pocket.’

The man buried beneath the giant chestnut warned.

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In Ireland they write on buildings

gold inscriptions

unlocking passages

tangled roots of one cedar

making an entire forest grove.

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Inscriptions

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The Cemetery above the Stream

Roscrea Cemetery

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The Cemetery above the Stream

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We find cemeteries that keep on going

the beginning of one in Roscrea led us

to a stream and

we began to crawl over more and more hills.

The Celtic crosses reach to the sky

the stones buried a perimeter of the earth there

crushed gravel paths

small plants under cracked glass

with iron covers a perfect place to be buried

but a glorious place to be alive.

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The Adare Manor

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The Adare Manor

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Phil turned the creaking

handle to unlock the thick

wooden door.

The manor and the hovering

Cedar of Lebanon

over a sun-setting palace.

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Wood engraved holding half-moon windows

scrolling hatches clicked and locked

loud echo’s silencing our steps

into deep carpet

‘We’ve been expecting you’

the thick red tapestries

blanketing the windows

looking out of our

jewelry box dream.

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Except the Lord that built

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Dublin Morning

Dublin Brick

.Old Dublin by Phil
Dublin Morning

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It was six o’clock, but it felt like ten

gracious time pausing to be caught up with

my thoughts vanishing – relaxing.

We walked searching for people,

a center to the city Dublin

waking up.

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Leaf covered sidewalks alongside

the river Liffey

with sea gulls’ sounds calling

there are poems on the buildings

carved letters in the stone balconies

‘Except the Lord but our labor built…’

the words moving in and out

as the buildings turned and

could no longer be read.

 

Temple Bar Dublin

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Guinness Pub

 

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Real Ireland

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Welcome to real Ireland

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We slipped away

into a dream

my smile was worn out

before we left.

This trip was momentous

a page turning, the new bloom

a bookend.

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Brush strokes pushed upon the shore.

Ireland, home to the hills,

the midst, the fairies, the folklore

and now us.