King of Kings
Here are the rocks
that jut from the ocean
in the second movement
of King of Kings…
Epitaph epiphany
What inspired this poem was twofold: a wander through the woods near Killarney Lake where I discovered the gravestone referenced in the poem and the untimely death of a dear friend.
Epitaph of a Wayfarer Poet
There remains an antique land of polished green dreams beneath a mist,
thick and clean, where great blue flutes in waves of wind sweep a waltz of Irish rain across a rocky plain, to plunder dreams in greens:
It seems-
There came a lull from seven days of Irish rain
and though my boots still wet from journey’s gain,
this antique land yet plundered my dreams and on and on…
