THE SNOWCOLD LIGHT

 

THE SNOWCOLD LIGHT

 

Here:

Southwards, the horizon of sky and land embrace,

The azimuth smothered by a Snowcold light,

Here; in deep crevasses without trace,

On Burren's grey karst-bound might.

There:

Eastwards, on the frozen steppes of Dantean space,

Keened by the bittern cry of a Snowcold light,

There; is found a true resilient grace,

Tempered by the black evil of an infernal fight.

Nowhere:

Downwards; Two swimmers, dive then swim;

Through crested waves of a Snowcold light: invigorate.

No; Where soldiers dive then die, on a whistled whim,

And crimson killing fields remain: emancipate.

 

Looking South across Galway Bay towards a snowcapped

Burren from Blackrock Diving Platform, Salthill, Galway.