Summer is in full swing and tourists bring a bit of buzz to the beach. There are kites in the air and paddle boarders on the water. Wild-swimmers wade through the shallows with orange inflatables. We slip away to where nature makes the only sound. The gentle lapping of waves, the chant of oystercatchers piping.
Wishing you all a happy Monday and a wonderful new week,
with love from Eivor, Pearl and Xenia xxx
Photographs by Xenia Tran, edited in lr.
We are deeply honoured and delighted that this poem features on Poetry Ireland’s Poet in Residence Blog for July 2021. A big thank you to Catherine Ann Cullen and Poetry Ireland for sharing my work in this way.
Deep in the glen we meet a cheerful group of hikers in short sleeves and sun hats. We’re so happy to feel the warm on our skin after one of our longest Winters. The swallows are here, sweeping across the meadow. Buttercups and cowslip sparkle in the light.
Walking through the glens and hills, we meet other walkers who love being here. The purity, the solitude, the wind moving through the pine. It’s as if their branches are opening wide to greet us with a warm welcome.
It is the day after the funeral of our much loved vet. The family asked anyone who wants to say goodbye to wear something blue.
A gentle rain is scenting the dry places along the trail as we climb through the forest. The vibrant green of Spring grass opens the heart. Music from a tinkling brook echoes the gratitude we are feeling. Here, we follow our instinct. We leave all that is learned behind and surrender to the knowing.
a butterfly with tenderness she dances from flower to flower pure white and breathing