Sweep down to the sea

A cascade poem for the OctPoWriMo prompt. The painting looks like the Cliffs of Moher, and the title refers to the Mountains of Mourne. Take your pick, both are magnificent.

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Mountains that run down to the sea

Beneath a sky of changing cloud

The mountains that my ghosts have trod.

 

In purple light and winter snow

Memories in this dark soil of

Mountains that run down to the sea.

 

Black cliffs that soar white-strung with gulls

Etch in the bones a world now lost

Beneath a sky of changing cloud.

 

If ever I could ravel up

Time I’d return to walk again

The mountains that my ghosts have trod.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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