Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.
Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.
I stared enthralled
I stared enthralled
as miller’s grit- shards
shimmered streamed
clothed a rivers air
My mind ran free seeing
Figures of every age converse
convivially move as before.
Silent souls, opaque beings
on death’s opposite shore.
©MRL August 2020
