Martin Swords - calling

something
draws me
to this place
quiet
peace
the sound of water
spilling over stone
empty echoes
wind in winter
lapping lakespit
rain
dripping down
sedges softly
is it a need
a call
being answered







May 2005
©Martin Swords

written in glendalough,
wicklow ireland, in winter

Martin Swords

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