On Th’Way To Glendalough

Dear Dublin did a rainful rainfall-dance
t’see us off at The Brazen Head,
as we sang to the glen-men trio trilling
fiddle-fire ‘n flutely-song.

Slowswerving in a rented car, we drove
the auld military road
that cuts a-through the boggy scar of ice –
peat between the wind-burnt peaks.

The Glen Of The Hollow Of The Waterfall –
streaming iodine ‘n foam,
Glenmacnass leaps to the valley b’low,
her sights upon the Irish Sea…

Southside of the weathered Wicklow range,
at Lynham’s Of Laragh sat –
we paused on th’way to Glendalough,
plotting for some garage snacks.

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