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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

The Long Drive To Peace

For Gerry Adams and Peter Robinson


Limbs still juddering from the drive
Riddled with machine gun gears and tyres

The cruel tarmac suddenly stopped
And we were home.

I stepped out under a vault of stars
And staggered to the end of the world

Orion shaping his once mighty sword
To a ploughshare over Gola island

Peace descending all about me
And the once Bloody Foreland




@ Paul Larkin
Carraic -Gaoth Dobhair

5/02/2010