Thursday 4 May 2023

The Kerry Way

Cloud rolling up over Slieve Mish

fields dropping into Dingle Bay

dry stone walled on their horizon

your head bowed to the hill

Forty years on- still

following sheeps' trails

rocky and rutted underfoot

you always ahead 

Me snatching glimpses 

that still startle

sheep framed in rusting gate

windswept tree toppling

into egg shell blue sea and sky

lone purple foxglove piercing

my lens. You wait knowing

that it takes a whole reel

to ground me here

and the knowing

of you up ahead


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