Green Day Winter 2014.Glenmore.
I climb, to Glenmore for inspiration,
What is here but laurel, holly, moss and fern?
Landlord Synge tramped here like a vagrant,
Ailing, seeking savagery in hill and glen.
Whimsical Heaney put on his poetic cap here,
Scattering stone quotes along the streams.
Ever watching, finding, how sally leaves pale.
With a blackbird’s eye, how ferns are evergreen.
They both lived, died for their craft, achieved.
I am merely green with envy and naiveté
Reciting pedantic metaphors of branch and leaves.
A storm crashed beech blocks my mountain path,
A flattened, soft mossed, fern studded, green trunk,
I clamber through its branches, alive and glad.