CONNEMARA,
County Galway, Ireland
by Adelaide B. Shaw
Scarcely populated, an area of lakes and rivers, of melancholy and wonder. A place of mist and fog with rain nearly every day. Lushly green with wet, hummocky ground that never dries up.
peat bogs–
meeting in a pool
runnels of rain
Black-faced sheep with curved horns, the “killer sheep” of Connemara, their rumps and sides splashed with red or blue paint, or both, to identify ownership.
craggy hills
my slow mincing steps
behind the flock
floating fog
the narrow road edged
with clipped shrubs
Short and sturdy Connemara ponies, donkeys and burros work the fields and pull the wagons.
carrots ready
the gray mare and black colt
cease nuzzling
Rising above Lough Pollacappul in the heart of Connemara is Kylemore Abbey, an 1867 castle, now home to the Benedictine order of nuns. Extensive gardens cover six acres, in marked contrast to the wild landscape surrounding them.
flower beds
along a brick path
the rolling mist
peat smoke
from the gardener’s cottage–
turning back
LYNX, June 2011
5 comments:
Absolutely gorgeous throughout - not a misstep in the entire haibun. Wish I had your talent!
Warren
enjoyable scenes; my first encounter with the word runnels, had to look that one up, like also the alliteration in that particular haiku "runnels of rain"
much love...
Thank you both. I was inspired by the beauty of Ireland. It makes it easy to be a poet.
Warren...you have a great talent. Be sure of that.
Adelaide
Takes me back. I'm sure there is no more beautiful spot in the world, and you've caught it beautifully.
Thanks, Bill. Not being Irish and born with the gift for words, I did my best to write what I saw.
Tis a grand place, for sure.
Adelaide
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