Emerald Isle
sitting upon the rocks
oval bleached souls
with stone hearts
watching the waves rise
thoughts drift away
into another world
obscured
by cryptic currents
on the crest you sit
on the tempest
long-haired temptress
enticing with
your mermaid vice
crashing waves carpet
galloping onto sands
the white steed crashes
as sea lime backslides
salt upon this earth
breathe wild and free
I hear the seagulls cry
echoing off cliffs where
white skull prey lays
one moment smiling
then washed away
I found my Shangri-La
amidst black tidal pools
of misted mirrored pearl
drops that fall then stop
breathing in sea air
leaving a little love
upon the golden sands
a sailors burial ground
in the emerald Isle
© Liam McDaid/Kim van Breda—March 2016
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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