FlagstaffView

Flagstaff


below, dim headlamps
lick the Newry road,
ferns drip, stiffen
in the north-ice wind.
At smoky Warrenpoint
smudging bulk
of cranes and slated spires
pike the sky.

Behind Rostrevor
juts the forest,
the mountain's spiky wig,
places made for love
and hate's retreat,
mocking
the bald humped hill
beyond Omeath;

and through the drizzle
gapes the Irish Sea,
grey tomb's mouth.
Mist rolls away
from Narrow Water,
debris drifts past,
seagulls cross the border
unaware


URL: www.mourne.net/flagstaff.htm

View from the Flagstaff Viewpoint
by Colin Turner
©1996 Cottage Publications
Donaghadee
N. Ireland
BT21 0NG
+44 1247 883876
Newry and the Mournes

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