April/May
2014 - Vol. 73
A selection
of poems from The snipe in winter, by Sean O'Neill
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of Loch Tarff, Scotland by (c) John
Allen
Loch
Tarff, Scotland
poem
by Sean O'Neill
Sunk like a Norseman’s targe in the gray hills
whose green flanks fall like the folds of a skirt
in this narrow cusp of land, where brown dirt
bulges with life, this gentle loch distils
the raging of many rains into gold.
The riffled disc quavers as the sun dies
across her kind margins flashing the thighs
of the hills as the bolts of ling unfold.
If I marvel all day, summoning words
to fit the beauty of the cool water’s
rippled plane, is my time not as guileless
as a living prayer? If beauty still girds
God’s movement in time, then wonder is prayer’s
handmaid and will serve to sanctify and bless.
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ling heather flower in
bloom - Scotland
A selection of poems from
The snipe in winter, by Sean O'Neill
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1. Loch
Tarff, Scotland
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2. The
wind
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3. The
trout
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This poem is from The
snipe in winter, a new collection of poems by Sean O’Neill. Available
from Amazon.
Book available at Amazon.
Sean
O'Neill is originally from Glasgow, Scotland, and currently lives in St.
Paul, Minnesota, USA. He has published three books of poems and several
novels.
See
previous poems
in past issues of Living Bulwark |
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