Some thoughts from a peaceful evening stroll along the beautiful sands of Duncannon Beach..
Duncannon Beach, evening time
The light by the last wave lingers on fronds
of seaweed fingering wave-wet rocks where
brim-filled pools overflow before they
empty when the water surges then sucks,
surges, then sucks. Small anemones first
finger gently, then kiss hungrily as
they sluice down passing plankton too fine for
my eyes, which greedily feast on the sands
glistening, sunwarmed, lit by the last
light of day while slow footsteps meander
with the gentle waves rhythms, rising, falling,
so calming in my ears, that crest falling
with an almost silent swish, hearbeat’s grace,
footfall pace, soothing place. Salt scented air
embraces me, wrapping me, comforting me.
All troubles tumbled away calmed first,
washed by light where the last wave lingers.
An animated version of the poem by Walter de la Mare. This is the work of Eimear Connelly, Middlesex University, the poem is by Walter de la Mare, the animation by Eimear Connelly and the voice is mine, Kevin Connelly, © remains with Eimear Connelly 2014
In ancient Ireland poets underwent a rigorous training, an apprenticeship. The severity of the process reflected the high status and recognised power of the poets, the bards. In this reading I have attempted a meditation upon these ancestral poets of mine. The images are all my own and taken variously in the foothills of Na Staighre Dubha, the Blackstairs Mountains and Rinn an Dubhain, The Hook Peninsula, The dolmen is Brownstown Dolmen, Co. Carlow with reputedly the largest capstone of all the dolmens.