I’ve given up the shore for Hills
These Hills
At twilight the Lough glows yet red
Clutching the last of the Sun
I’ve given up The Shore for these hills
Hills yellow with furze
Coconut smelling
And birdsong trilling out
Below ribbons of streetlights
Show colour, a friendlier yellow
It’s the mounds that have it tho’
Dusky mounds of fecund blossom
Falling away making this
Spring’s snowline of bushes
Broad brushstrokes
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Jim, ‘It’s the mounds that have it tho’ Dusky mounds of fecund blossom.’ Oh my, I am luuuurve with it.
Many thanks – that is my favourite line too.
Very nice! So where are the mugs of beer we are to raise while we sing this song?
In the post Susie!
Beeeeautiful. 🙂
Thanks
Awesome…tastes like Vodka poured over exotic juice…Cheers
Thanks!
Given up satire for poetry? I like it – where is it?
The hills surrounding Belfast – An old friend writes these. i can’t get beyond rhyming glove with love.
Lovely! We are seeing another side to our favourite Ginger.
Sadly not Michelle – me old mucker Paul writes these – you can see more of them at The Ginger Poems page.
I keep telling him to set up a blog, but well these arty types….
Rich imagery. Great piece!
Cheers