Thursday, November 14

By Teelin and Chill Bheag ...A Poem for Thursday.






 A Poem for Thursday...



By Teelin and Kilbeg
Soft day.
And I’m sunk deep into heath.
On the edge.
Where gulls laze on ochre rocks.
Ochre.
Where barnacles have made home.
And welcomed relatives to join in the party.
Sand stone/ black igneous.
Shelters  green pools.
Bladder wrack swells and pops.
Under gulls feet.


12 comments:

  1. Is this your painting, Gerry? It is very beautiful. Such wonderful colours.
    The poem is great too. Thank you. This is very encouraging on a dark Thursday afternoon in November!
    Grethe ´)

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    1. Grethe actually it's a photo of Donegal that I took this summer...but edited on various sites...a magic place!!!

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  2. I think everyone needs a place to sink in about halfway for a bit and just be a part of what is around them.

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    1. ...Mark, it was a very special time out of time when all minutes became eons!!!

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  3. The sea is such a magical place captured by your photo and poem. Lovely !

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    1. this part of the sea is indeed magic...that's why I think we have to look after this wonderful gift!!

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  4. Lovely moment, stillness, busyness ... and great pic too. Thank you for visiting my blog, Gerry.

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    1. thankyou Susan...I enjoyed your post.

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  5. i would love to have been there...by the ocean...its a peaceful place...though i found mine in the mountains this weekend...smiles...

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    1. how good to go into the mountains and have time to think...

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