Monday 17 August 2020

I stared enthralled

Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.

Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.


I Stared enthralled


I stared enthralled

as miller’s grit- shards

shimmered streamed

clothed a rivers air


My mind ran free seeing


Figures of every age converse

convivially move as before.

Silent souls, opaque beings

on death’s opposite shore.


©MRL August 2020