An Island in the West

‘At the Peak’ a large painting of mine now in a private collection

Surrounded by the lull

Of the lapping amniotic salty sea

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On a calm day blue green

Serene as a lullaby

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In a storm she crashes

And collapses the beach defences

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Triangle mountain transcends

The violent fickle pull of the tide

He manifests new pathways

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Pierces the clouds of self abnegation

And affirms my right

To the light of creation

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Home of the sun god Lugh

Sharp granite peak of enlightenment

Pointer to the stars

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