I have harvested enchantment
in fields of stone
Under the shrill protest
of small wild birds
Gathered shadows of dead heroes
into creels of bone
I have heard the laments
of childless women
crowd through dead forests
Traced the scrawl where bony fingers
picked out each patchwork rut and row
A bright mist shrouds
their faces. Gentle
the trickle of their tears
Remembering each flawed caress
nurturing cut flowers
Urging dormant seeds to grow
from ancient fissures
*The Burren is is a unique karst-landscape region in northwest County Clare,Ireland
