Talamh aineoil (poem)

     No-man’s Land     (published Southword Vol.2 No.3 Summer 2000)

Down by the shore,
multicoloured stones,
tangled lines of seaweed tossed
on the edge of high tide: no-man’s land.

A sharp wind
piping [music]
on the reeds’ chanter
beyond in the marsh.

The hope-less screech
of the heron
-the loneliest sound in the World,
echoing in my head.