dromahair, county leitrim, ireland
–july 11, 2020–
springfield, ohio
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
celestial topaz warms you as its blazing strands fall
they warm me with their radiating dance
in step, sprinkles fall from cotton balls
floating in the sapphire expanse
emerald bumps and dips of space
–precious contours of my atlantic isle–
kisses of speckled whites and dots erase
my frown and paint a smile
shades of green flank your river’s bank
the bonet’s diamond face in its perpetual race
of waters flows into lough gill’s flask
feeding life to specks of white –what loving task!
while rippling into foam along the way
the reflection in river bonet’s glass
that face of melting clay:
it’s me
be it the last of myself I see
sitting on a megalithic river isle, i’ll stare
with peaceful gaze of soul, it’s you i’ll seek
and as life in me grows weak,
i’ll drown in love for you, my dromahair
–dromahair, county leitrim, ireland will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–
“emerald bumps and dips of space” love that line.
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Thank you for the evocative poem about the River Bonet [pronounced bone-et] that flows through the village of Dromahair in North-West Ireland.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dromahair
Morning chorus of birds on the Bonet near Dromahair:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2219615051583953
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It was my pleasure. Poems almost write themselves when visiting Dromahair. -Luis
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Thank you for your kind words. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated. -Luis
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