Firstly, they cascade clear, cool, water
down carved stone stairways while
splashing spouts soar through falling
fountains, mist becomes mesmerising.
Then, they shine bright lights through
endless drops of water rising, falling,
colours chasing each other, dazzling
the eye, spectrum becomes surreal.
Finally, they add music, pouring perfect
notes through water, through light,
liquid notes creating a crescendo
of
colourful
cataracts.
“Pools of Light”, my 2015 collection of poetry, prose and photography is available now for purchase online, in eBook format. I know this will make it easier for readers across the globe to access and I look forward to hearing your comments. My thanks to Diarmaid O’Riordan, who is responsible for all the technical magic behind this eBook. Any mistakes are all my own responsibility, of course.
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Lepus Timidus Hibernicus
for the moonstruck hare
She has no fear, bright in the moonlit night,
mesmerised, her shadow in the sky
is also clear and bright, this moonlit night.
Herself she sees on the moon passing by.
Lepus timidus, now unconcerned,
she has no fear, bright in the moonlit night,
feeling safe while magic, she has learned,
is also clear and bright, this moonlit night.
She has no fear, bright in the moonlit night,
safe from harm now, safe while any danger
is also clear and bright this moonlit night.
With that perfect moon she is no stranger.
For as they are always drawn together,
she has no fear, bright in the moonlit night.
That moon and hare are brother and sister
is also clear and bright this moonlit night.
She has no fear, bright in the moonlit night
being that the mystery of moonbeams
is also clear and bright this moonlit night,
the magic, by hare so easily seen.
