grey stones strung with red, the River Fergus ripples with silent ghosts
Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: I didn’t make it to Innisfree, where Yeats wrote his famous poem, but I visited Ennis in the heart of County Clare, where the River Fergus is made glad with flowers. The world of Yeats is alive everywhere. Twilight lasts until midnight, the bees out-sing the traffic, and birds strut and shake their wings in the hedges. The sounds echo in my deep heart’s core where round islands are wild and untamed, and children play on the gravetops.