GRAZING GREENS

 

I set down
upon your shores,
those grazing greens
of my childhood memory
displaced as tears rained
over the darkness
of your sleeping fields,

once seeping with humble hope,

once filled with a fine blood
even famine could not blight,

now flooded with a feeling of regret or relief,

too dark to tell,
too changed to recognise,

not knowing if you were crying
because I had found my way home
or that I’d once found a home in other fields.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Poem for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month

One thought on “GRAZING GREENS

  1. merrildsmith

    I guess you had to do green for the Emerald Isle. So moving, Damien.

    “not knowing if you were crying
    because I had found my way home
    or that I’d once found a home in other fields.”

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