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indigo
by Peter Humphreyshigh over
Tallaght
cranes
pierce
the fire
red sky
to the north
the city
far from
slumbers
as Dublin
never now
rests
on the hills
beyond
wild deer
still roam
the dark
forest
indigo lit
golden bracken
violet heather
gorse yellow
bilberry blue
how true
for you
to be
with me
where
whin
and
breeze
and
tender
shoots
defy
a modern
Ireland
yet
old paths
cross
anew 08/04/2006 Posted on 08/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/04/06 at 02:03 AM This is all good, but that last stanza has a lilt that lifts me up and beyond. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 08/04/06 at 10:04 AM I would love one day to visit Ireland. Untill then the pictures you paint will have to do. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/04/06 at 01:08 PM
yet
old paths
cross
anew
all of the poem is embracing, and these lines? —I swim in. Pure beauty!
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| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/07/06 at 10:44 PM Incredibly sense-ory... and sensual, too. This is beautiful, Peter. Beautiful. Even if I find that I have only a tad of Irish blood in my veins, I already know what is stronger than words. |
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