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Gulls on a mud bank, ducks in the glide
All ripples expanding,bank touch
Hulk on an Island slipway
Rot in the hull
Branch in the overlap.
It seems as though
Island and boat are one
Fabric in the wind and tide.
What water runs
Will run on forever.
In the sea, cloud and rain.
Snowflake on a hill
I will not see that hill again.
But sometimes!
I may think of Ireland.
Our memory, she and I
Grey eyes clarity of her laughter
Walking at my side, arm swing
Her stride in tune with mine.
Where her hair, wind lifted
Threw back the Sun
And her breasts
Pushing, thumping into hug
A Wife for any man.
When I first met her
She was silence on a hold
An open gaze in her eyes
A puzzlement in mine.

The waters come as I look out
Dark is on the other side
Where thoughts cave in.
The length of Watermans is lighted
The bar an island at the end.
I watch
But she will never enter.
Too much sea between us
Between her and the Brit!
There was difference between us
Her tribe resolute in hatred
Flags on the twelfth, ranting beneath.
But disparity was strength in our length
All things common to a sea.

In bed she was a Lamb
A tiger in the haunch.
Each thrust her rise
Cool sweat on her skin
When she lay sleeping.
Some spark between us in the heat
In me it never truly die.
Now I cannot see the river
All reflection is inside.

Taken from " Worlds Strand" ISBN. 3-934285-55-4. For more information see. http://www.academici.com.

Copyright. Maolcolum. F. Bascher.