
stone walls frame
old monkish dormitories
left to the lichen
low doorways, tiny cells,
and silent contemplation
Copyright Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This photograph was taken at Ennis Friary, County Clare, Ireland. I was fascinated by the contrasts: tiny windows, completely blocked. Ivy left wild, but a carefully-trimmed lawn. Weedy grass, lit by brilliant yellow blooms. Whitewashed walls, sagging out of true. I’d like to return to Ireland, same as my daughter. Feel the cool breezes rising over the green hills. I’m not sure why we loved it so much. Are you part of the vast Irish diaspora?
Your poem is lovely, as was Ireland.. neither my husband nor I wanted to leave.
Thanks so much for sharing!
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Thanks for visiting me. I hope to make it back there one day.
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It’s my pleasure. And that would be lovely.. I doubt I could be convinced to leave again though. 🤭
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