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On Water
I’ve never forgotten the Glen river’s
smell on those wet Donegal days.
Its convoluted arteries drained
through bogs of purple heather,
to emerge in petrichor and painterly swirls.
Just boys, we traipsed its fern banks
on mizzled days with wet feet
squelching. Off balance, our eyelines
like gunsight, skimming black stones
in flat counts to the far bank.
Our...
Monday 20th May 2024 9:42 pm
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