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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Weather

This is the Atlantic! Well just the small tidal strip between Cruit Island and Kincasslagh (County Donegal)
A very brief walk down by the shore with the dogs yesterday before getting caught in a horizontal hail storm
Unusually high tide up into the fenced field down by the shore (if you can’t get through it you have to go round it!) Always thankful for my waterproof boots (wellies), good coat, hat and gloves in Donegal !

Happy New Year 🕉

St Stephen’s Day

Watching the sky from our ‘sun room’ where we overwinter our geraniums. Nursing a sore back.

sudden gusts

of black dust

motes of

starlings

or small

songbirds

burst forth

from spidery

sycamore skeletons

waving bony

branch fingers

across the

gentle soft

grey sky

with luminous

liminal spaces

watched from

inside a

hazy cloud

of codeine

and caffeine

by bright globes

of whitest

geraniums

startling

against

these winter

hibernating

greens

Good to be back

It’s so good to see you all again ‼️

What with lockdown and everything I’ve been missing you

Let me know in the comments what you’ve been up to for the last few months

And what are you looking forward to doing as lockdown gradually eases where you are?

Stay safe! 🍀 Looking forward to hearing your news!