August 2015

The road verges are at their absolute best just now…

Ferns and meadowsweet
caress the flanks of the cars.
Lanes, summer-narrowed.

(28/08/15)

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Mid-summer meteorite-lit nights. Do the badgers notice?

The lawn full of holes,
badgers root for midnight grub.
Above, stars explode.

(21/08/15)

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Whew, wild days, storms and rain, pity the flowers…

Battered mont bretia,
rain-walloped, storm-hammered, bashed.
Flowers strain upwards.

(14/08/15)

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Thíos cois farraige: dathanna…

Roilleóg ar charraig;
Dubh ‘is oráiste ‘is bán:
feamainn, téad ‘is cúr.

(07/08/15)

 

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