Breaking cliffs of basalt black
Cracks are clear,
Still for now.
Stretches long of sand ashore
Wet from waves,
Still for now.
Driftwood corpses spot the strand,
Whistling air,
Still for now.
Common folk, long living here,
Stay inside,
Still for now.
The wind, a bitter chill
No true fury,
Still for now.
The Sea,
The lone Sea,
The only Sea,
The Sea that stretches far beyond safe harbour,
Still for now.
The abbey watches over all,
A vengeful god,
Still for now.
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Poetry of Darragh Palmer
PoetryPoems written by myself. There is no linked theme, although many of them are dark in nature, and there is no update schedule. When I write a poem I'm proud of, I shall put it in here. I write a lot about Ireland and England.
