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when the time comes -- above lough nafooey


above lough nafooey
county galway

                 "When the time comes"

                 What of that mountain ablaze beyond our window ?
                 Gorse, burning up the dark, so loud
                 we fear its crackle, hear its heat.

                 It spits out seeds that defy flame,
                 smuts of furze get washed into the stream's source
                 that tumbles down, picking up along the way.

                 whirligigs, caddis fly larvae, turf scent,
                 the luteus light of lesser celandine,
                 foxglove, that does the heart good just to look at.

                 It foams by the boundary of our land, so small,
                 yet there is nothing to stop it from thinking big --
                 from becoming ocean when the time comes.

                 Rushing under a bridge to a neighbor's field
                 down through bog tannin, it carries into the lake
                 before it takes itself to the river that flows

                 around the oarsmen, past the tea house at Menlo
                 under the Salmon Weir Bridge,
                 by the cathedral that still reels in the faithful.

                 It catches sight of the sea, boats by the Spanish Arch,
                 lets go of its name, heads out into the Atlantic, reaches
                 your coast with the memory of mountain, gorse, fire.

                 by Geraldine Mills
                 from "The Other Side of Longing"
                 copyright, 2011 by Geraldine Mills and Lisa C. Taylor
                 (with permission)


  1. a more recent poem by Geraldine Mills, summons up for me this image of a stream in the volcanic hills separating Galway from Mayo as it slips through to the Atlantic Ocean. robert

  2. Very beautiful post !
    Great shot and poem.

  3. E' splendida questa luce , Robert!

  4. Hello Sill, I am very glad that you like this post -- the poem and the picture. I hope you do not take it amiss if I linger for a moment to say that the word "shot" has become a problem for me. I feel it is inadequate to describe what we do........ it is such an agressive, destructive, even diminutive word. I like the word "picture" better as a recognition that we are making works worth exploring. So thank you very much for exploring this one with me. the very best regards, and appreciation for your patience, Robert

  5. hello Cinthia, I am very glad that you like this light. I worked very very hard on this one to bring out those little patches of wonderful light in the distance. Your appreciation is most welcome. una buona domenica a te. Robert

  6. Che paesaggio! Bellissima foto, carica e suggestiva. Ciao Cri : )