by Peter Humphreys

At last!

Adrift in bog sea
bog and self
on the road defined again.

Sinister pines shape the sky
in Glenamoy
an edge on space.

As the sun set,
I cut the last few miles
across the surge.


Posted on 08/05/2005
Copyright © 2023 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/05 at 05:46 AM

...and there's no place like it, home! A ways back I was looking into a public house for sale in the village, a place on N59 coastal road. Know it? Cheers, Peter.

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