Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Stars




The stars are alive in the sky tonight

a glittering eternity

leaps to eye and time takes flight


a necklace of dewdrops

a-glitter in the sun

forged infinity, each and every

one


childspeak, she murmurs

in her sleep

at home

in a blanket of stars

and the soft spawn of infinite light

Our Week in Wicklow, 1974

  I recall 1974 when we were tossed around in a ferry like a rotten auld turnip on the turbulent belly of the Irish Sea, such was ...