Pól Ó Lorcáin
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

Flamingos in Dublin

The broad crown of the tall and elegant tree stands right in front of me since we rebuilt the house and moved upstairs.
Our living room is now in the tree line. I am so close to leaves and branches that they yearn to caress my face if I would only let them. Flouncing their skirts, flying and swooning in the autumn winds. Filling my bright window with waves of motion. The annual migratory dance of arboreal flamingos.

Paul Larkin
Samhain 09


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