indigo

high over
Tallaght
cranes
pierce
the fire
red sky

to the north
the city
far from
slumbers
as Dublin
never now
rests

on the hills
beyond
wild deer
still roam
the dark
forest
indigo lit
golden bracken
violet heather
gorse yellow
bilberry blue

how true
for you
to be
with me
where
whin
and
breeze
and
tender
shoots
defy
a modern
Ireland
yet
old paths
cross
anew



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-04-01 at 20:56

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kath
I so liked the georgaphic bearings and then the colours that guides the reader on its way through this very tender poem .... telling of new times ....and still so resting in the old ... and the companion of a loved one

I liked this poem very much ......
2007-04-01