Tuesday 4 June 2024

A Connemara

 

Walk through a legible remnant,
A repository of archaic knowledge,
A stratum of linguistic culture,
Inscriptions on monuments,
Fragments of statuary,
Chambered cairns inscribed with ciphers,
Orphaned and broken tomb pediments,
A text of gesture, line and ornament,
A great book ripped out by time
Written in moss and Ogham script
Saying care, closeness, protectiveness, affection.
Traveling in the rain and the sun,
Past famine grounds, sepulchres and silent walls,
A landscape strewn with memory.
See Sheela Na Gig in a green lichen,
Vegetation’s biotic motions
Breathing human passion in verdure.
Walk the Atlantic coastline,
Erosion, granite cliffs and bog pits,
Fragmentary, unfinished nature, utopian promise,
The murmur of history, of green ruins,
Bays, inlets, peninsulas, islands and headlands,
Millennia of decaying plant matter,
Waterlogged soil erasing field walls,
Passage, portal, court and wedge tombs
Announce I was here, I am here,
An intangible presence in granite,
Speech emanates from the stones.

Saturday 1 June 2024