Thursday 27 April 2017

Ode to Donegal

Could I hope to pay fitting homage?
Does a sojourn of such brevity,
Yield a heart aptly informed?
So lyrically, deftly wielding palettes of guilded words,
Writers & inhabitants of yore
Capture landscapes & limitless horizons
Impressing them in a scripted weave
Commanding the imagery from the page
Coaxing an immediate connection to the immense beauty
Acquaintance breeds the want of familiarity
Songs of absence lament like no other
Eliciting the longing pangs
Of soul-wrenching agony
Defying time elapsed
To bring the ease of forgetfulness 
Donegal, though not steeped in your splendour
I can neither render my heart's tongue be mute
Nor neglect to exalt a muse of such grandeur.

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