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 Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |