Posted by Veronica Mullins on March 31, 2011 at 18:40:39:

My sisters and I are visiting Ireland in September, and as I enjoy poetry and Irish mythology I wrote this piece for the occasion.
In the darkest hollows, tawny beings stir to flight.
Leaves drift to black pond.
Offered bones chime.
The cowelled woman,
our eyes alike,
clothed in velvet,satin and
crescent light,
calls us through the voice of the Atlantic.
cheers. Veronica

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• Many thanks for sharing that poem. Michael Green 06:56:08 5/03/11 (0)