Mid month

as a good a time as any other

to write of howling winds that smother

Every hint

of comfort and the daily norms

to replace them all with Darragh's storms

Which break

the trees which crash and fall upon

wires, and thus: the village power has gone

And then

in every room in every country cottage

is darkness from the lack of wattage

No h...

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The rock

The rock on a high coast, on which I leant.

Your love, as strong as the rock.               

We were

children,

we held eternity blindly; we reached

for a meaning that was greater than life:

destiny.

Destiny - word of fools.

Your eye and mine:

they saw

only a hazed horizon.

Illusion.

Endless line before endless line

losing time to d...

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