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light
by Peter HumphreysOver on Erris Head,
the lighthouse
will be sending out
great swathes
of light
cutting the moonless night
and turning
the formless black
into sea
and sky.
An horizon.
Two elements discerned,
if only for a
second.
To the north,
the Stags of Broadhaven
are caught in the
transient beam.
Jagged teeth
ready
to rip apart,
the Armada
now sunk
leagues below.
But not tonight
for all is at peace.
All at rest.
All united
in the blackness
again.
The quietude.
The space that is
Maigh Eo.
10/07/2005 Posted on 10/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/07/05 at 01:00 PM Excellent, very descriptive. Sounds a beautiful place. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/08/05 at 05:51 AM ..."cutting the moonless night and turning
the formless black into sea and sky". That is brilliant. Belmullet Peninsula, beautiful area, and you do it justice! |
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