On an island

Gay Head Cliffs https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/deed.en

Between the tick and the tock
And before the last wave retreats
The wind is still.

A moment calm beyond times
More primal yet not primitive
We have fallen.

The cliffs tower, colored
Layers trapping time in static
Composition.

Am opinionated and often wrong. Writing in a Celtic tradition where stories are the threads that tie together people across time and space.

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John Gilda

John Gilda

Am opinionated and often wrong. Writing in a Celtic tradition where stories are the threads that tie together people across time and space.

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