The Painter’s Dream
A selection:
NO DARIEN THIS
Kerry. Towards Araglin.
Whins low as heather.
Monkshood falling.
Anchored
in the bay below
small fishing boats
await the tide.
We have reached the circle’s
end.
You on your rock
I on mine.
The only sound
the calling of the sheep
and the steady sigh
of the wind.
Binding: Tradepaper
Size: 6 x 9; pages: 52
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About The Author
Michael Howley grew up in the west of Ireland, which is an abiding presence in his poetry. He is indebted to many teachers, living and dead. He is working on a collection of poetic responses to the nineteenth century Japanese poet, Ryokan.