subside the rocks
silica of bird leans into
a granite stylus
green sea-bed of flowering heads.
shatter of tree hacked-through,
windmills beside an sruthán geal
gold coins in-stream-glitter out to me.
a small a cloud there
her gulfstream ruffles my feathering (toll the …)
blood-thickener sloughs blood against
let her eat the disease—
clysters the blooms
all that glisters is not white—
not laden with small griefs—
Glendalough is © C. Murray