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heather sea
by Peter HumphreysThe ewe swings low across the bog
sending her sheep away
behind her
on to the silver road.
She came from these hills,
above the heather sea,
and when the winds blew
we walked the Nephin,
swam in its dark-brown pools
and gathered flowers like
souls in heaven.
Lost in towns, I weep for her
and the summers
when the cottage hearths
were cold and the donkeys
brayed against the sky
with the breaking of new day.
The yew bends,
over all the plains of Mayo
and my love,
who lies now still,
breathes in the heaths
forever. 08/03/2005 Posted on 08/03/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/05 at 05:36 AM There is spare elegance amid the sadness here. Grand writing, Peter. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/21/06 at 01:42 PM Yes I agree with Greg.. theres sadness in this but yet it evokes such grace. Wonderful piece. :) |
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