THE IRISH SEA

The water’s will is indestructable

Eroded forms surround one thousand years

Of stormy patience

 

The water’s route is round about

Coating each dolerite dyke with

Sharp, sticky barnicles as it caresses

 

The water’s force, self contained violence

Chopping itself at it’s edges, only

To regain fluid form fast

 

The water’s temperament is changeable

Dry and dizzy then wild and angry

Pulsating polarities evidently

 

Great turquoise essence, reaching out to rock

With infinite fingers, moulding the mass

Smoothing the jagged edges so gently

 

The water’s soul always still and steady

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