2002 / september / 27
A poem on Inisheer
Marion went to Inisheer two weeks after I visited that lovely island - she wrote this poem about it, which just - and I don't quite know what to think of that - got published in the Clare Champion.
Trip to Inisheer
I stepped aboard a boat one bright September day
setting out for Inisheer off Ireland's western sea
I'd heard about your beauty, your wildness and the light
that shines upon your fields of rock in pagan mystery.
Rocky islands in the light
rocky islands in the light.
All year round the wind is heard - a light caress or breeze
or storms and rain that crash into the mighty cliffs and strand
the unrelenting landscape tells of poverty and toil
grey stone walls on every side round tiny plots of land.
Rocky islands in the light
rocky islands in the light.
Centuries have come and gone - now tourists come ashore
to wonder at the glory of your island's rocky soul
we bought our tickets, stepped aboard on a calm and friendly sea
some had cameras, some had children - enjoyment for us all.
Rocky islands in the light
rocky islands in the light.
On our return a storm was brewing, as if to let us feel
how Inisheer is wild and free not bound by wrong and right
I smiled at a man and his daughter - their faces on fire with the spray
we felt the soul of Inisheer and it's sparkling fierce delight.
Rocky islands in the light
rocky islands in the light
and you, the island of Inisheer
with your sparkling fierce delight.
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