The Black Backs.....

A wonderful poem from Carol Boland one of the Wicklow Writers

The black backs of the herd stand out against the dim green of the field and the curves of their shapes are repeated and magnified in the curves of the hills towering above them. The peace is so grand here, so sharp that swallows cut their teeth on it and crying babies latch on the nipple to swell the silence.

But I hear the land breathe like an asthmatic searching for her inhaler, and the drooling poppies are too red for this day.-Carol Boland

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