The Burren

How can I tell you about the limestone path,
grassy expanse of rocky hills,
cutting cold of wind and rain,
hawthorn flowers,
monastery,
holy well?

How can I tell you the prayers I gave and the blessings I took,

fragrant sweetness,
wildness,
the stone walls that lead to the sea, bluejay blue, and room for air between the stones?

It's the air that stands you tall and strong.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019



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