Connemara Images

In this place on my own,
The sea outside wraps this house of stone.
Winter hums a chilly whistling tune,
Brushing through the stacks of sand dunes.

No summer cheer, an empty beach afar,
A song of winter sings in stiffened air.
The milky clouds dance with darkened shadows,
Carrying the sound of the wind echoes.

A connemara sea view lies,
In a place near the western isles.

by Virginia O'Malley

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I absolutely love this poem - probably because I love connemara so much - even when it is at its most dreary there is a beauty present in that bleakness. Well done and thanks for sharing this poem. Sincerely, Seán