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.