Tag: macro photography

Epilogue Some secrets Are not hidden Because they are too dark But because they are too bright Instead, as the light of a Burren blue moon Reflects the light of our closest star So does an Irish summers drop of rain Quietly mirror a She Who is not of

Solitudes Colliding forming Raindrop Constellations (II)

August 11, 2015

Under the drizzling Burren sky They reached the cave He leaned comfortably Against the large wet rock Creating a dark entrance To an underworld of mysteries He had only met in dreams Where the god of another world Had woken from his slumber And demanded the three entrances Between

The Grid (I)

August 11, 2015

Prologue The Great Grandmother sits At the source of creation Weaving a grid of paths crossing Reflected in the short-lived moment Of a raindrop held gently in her web Once in a while The sacred mystery Of her many daughters is revealed Before they evaporate Like raindrops under a

Irish Summer

July 20, 2015

Tosomhed

July 13, 2015

And the Clouds Held Up a Mirror

July 13, 2015

Poets Marbles (V)

July 7, 2015

Words evaporating Under the glaring sun Waiting For another rainy day ~

Poets Marbles (IV)

July 7, 2015

I’m a wanderer In my heart and in spirit Walking silent paths ~

Poets Marbles (III)

July 7, 2015

Questioning Wondering Pondering The known And the unknown On the brink Of a new poem Words leading somewhere With a new line or rhyme Strong images Or subtle hints Yet lingering In the background An unspeakable sense Of no-one and nothing Is going anywhere ~