The Beautiful Squaw and the Visiting Brave
The country road where he walks with her is made long
By a wish that it may go on forever down to the sea
For miles around not a sinner to be seen
Gola island ahead of their gaze
Ancient cairns guarding their passage downwards
Observation posts for swirling constellations and the Gods
An eagle swooped on a rabbit just before they turned towards the shore
Tóin an Bhoid Bhuí - Arse of the Yellow Stack
Protruding from the heavy, moon-induced swell
A cock in fact.
Breathless on the steep, gravelly climb going back
Weighing the gap between them and distant snow capped Errigal
She took his hand
The brown winter-scorched heather quivered and shook
And turf smoke suddenly rose in rings all about the townland