Poem -
Wild between the hills
(A walk in silent Irish woods (West Cork))
Wild fuchsia dances over
brook by rain along the path,
murmuring its spell.
They agree to guard
each of our steps into
this realm β
no mists are needed
before these gates,
while
all I can hear is
my wife walking
by (my/the) sid(h)eβ¦
We are welcome between the hills -
sunlit silence reigns
this inner mount
where time becomes
hall under hill.
Three cats came,
one
by
one
Β
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I will check out the song tomorrow... Don't know much Van Morrison... I was punk/headbanger in those day (Dead Kennedys/MΓΆtorhead/Hawkwind and on the Irish side The Undertones/Thin Lizzy/Stiff Little Fingers... Later I got into Irish folkπ€£ Hanx for liking it
such a lovely refrain a pleasure to read
Wow John ! A real mystical play on words and what wonderfully chosen and written words too.
An engaging write that carries one away.
Read your comment about being a Stiff Little Fingers fan.
Can't fault you sir.
So for that you deserve 10 stars.Β
Thanks for sharing John and for the poetic journey.
Thank you, I will "Fly the Flag" over the ten stars. You are the first to mention SLF out of the old group, at work I have two collegues the same age (63) but they have never heard of SLF (nor of Hawkwind or the Dead Kennedys) but then again, I am the odd one out.
The three cats are phsyical cats, by the way. We were resting on a low wall around a farm and one cat came to check us out (loving all the attention we had saved up for our own at home in The Netherlands), and so another one came to check us out and after a short while a third... It was a good walk.