The Innisfree Poetry Journal
www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa


CONNEMARA

for Joan McBreen
 
Whatever ink I use to write
Tullycross
whatever lens I choose                                                                              
to capture Connemara
whatever spot I lay down my grief
or pick up joy
 
whatever Audigier
in her backyard garden paints
with hurricanes
 
from hair driers
whatever river coils among these hills
over crumpled land
 
of silence and distance
here fills me, like a glass
with the honey of untouched time



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