Saoro
Joan Hardiman

Joan Hardiman

I Am

I am from limestone walls, conkers and hazels / Neatsfoot oil, bridles and stables / The Horse Chestnut stood tall at my gable / I am the top of the castle, the forest floor

The Burren

The Burren From a craggy outcrop mesmerised byshadows of empty cloudsscurrying to the Atlanticreflection shimmering briefly over karst landscapethey return bountifulladen down with rain thatdyes flagstones black untilsun warms to grey again Black Head Majesticpounding wavesgnawing the coastwith thunderous abandonSeagulls…