Skellig.
You say I never write for you,
you say it with sad eyes.
So I have tried to write for you,
to help you stop awhile and smile.
I have sat about the rocky ledge and marvelled at the sight,
of winged lovers far below, journeying,
o’er ocean roar and rocky might.
I reached the top and summited,
and my first thought was this.
That just like the Puffins far below,
you might find this bliss,
nestled in rare sheltered spot,
I saw a bright brave bloom,
and felt I should help it home,
to help you ease your gloom.
You are my heart,
my thoughts,
my love,
and I will not leave you behind.
Note:
This is one of the oldest poems I still have in my possession. I am delighted to say that it was also one of the first poems kindly selected for publication by Elizabeth McKenzie, Editor of Tintéan. Tintéan is the online magazine of the Australian Irish Heritage Network, based in Melbourne, Victoria.
You can read it here: https://tintean.org.au/2017/06/06/poetry-14/
