A Shadow Watcher
20 hours ago
Scenes of beauty from Ireland and other places...
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 12:42 PM 0 comments
Labels: famine ship, sea, The Dunbrody, wexford
That wild coast still calls me
rock and nook and inlet
wave upon wave, from the time
my father's father stood
every grain of sand filtered
through a dark hourglass
calling me back, pulsing
like the blood in my veins
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 1:58 PM 0 comments