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Irish Round Towers
A cethramtu rannaigechta moire poem
What beauty
is in grey
upon green
within May
Under blue
and the white
in the warmth
of sunlight
Our shadows
ramble low
betwixt gorse
and hedgerow
We repose
on these days
to absorb
the sun’s rays
Alongside
stone towers
surrounded
by flowers
Tall they stand
redundant
ancient, cold
and gallant
A comfort,
sadly left
resolute
and bereft.
Thank you, Somsubhra Banerjee, for inviting me to take up your prompt, Unusual Poetic Forms. No surprise I chose the Irish one.