An austere life
of poverty and prayer,
weeps from wet,
moss grown granite.
Ritualistic chanting
echoes church ruins,
circling gravestones
of nameless souls.
Dark spirits
cloak the forests,
casting eerie shadows
on a quivering lake.
The evening mist
drifts the mountains,
sighs through the valleys,
as dusk descends
on a long forgotten past.
(Glendalough is a 6th Centuary Monastery in County Wicklow, Ireland.)
BIO: Máire was born in Ireland but has lived throughout Europe and presently moves between her homes in Ireland and Germany with her husband of 30 years. Being very creative, she enjoys painting with watercolour and acrylic mediums, and is a published poet with the Irish Haiku Society and Haiku Ireland. Máire has also had a number of standard poems published in local and foreign poetry anthologies, journals, e-zines and online forums.
YAHOO MAIRE!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
Great read and great sense of history.
xxx Mari
Fantastic, Maire....And perfect for your winter season...XX
ReplyDeleteMari and Barbara, thank you for commenting on this, appreciate it:))) Maire x
ReplyDeleteI just knew when I saw the title this one would be yours, Maire - very nice!
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Hi Maire
ReplyDeleteWanderful as always
Marion,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the message, I am here thanks to you:))) You are a sweetheart. Maire x
Susie,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your visit and for taking the time to comment. You are a soul sister like all of my writing pals. Smiling emoticon here:))) Maire x
Brilliant write Maire!
ReplyDeleteWell done.
You too Amy, well done. We are doing well:))) Hugs Maire xx
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