Caul of night invades the Black Valley,
crow roams the still-warm thermals,
Gap of Dunloe stained red with stonecrop.
Dundee masked beneath MacGillycuddy’s Reeks,
Coosaun Lough slips low, Wishing Bridge creaking,
groaning as doves keen in the pilings.
Blackthorn spikes horizon’s fire, an owl swiveling
its neck, eyes wide at the coming dark.
The Morrigan Rides
October 9, 2017 by Leave a Comment
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