Barnes Gap, Sperrins Region
Carved centuries ago
by the powerful elements
of wind and ice slicing
through the countryside.
Glazed now by a carpet of moss
and haunted by the hills of
Mullaghbane and Mullaghbolig
seem untouched by modern man;
apart from the odd sheep
that wandered under the fence
leaving clots of wool waving
frantically.
Tense atmosphere only solidifies
the cheek of my intrusion.
Sun plays hide n’ seek
behind rocks and crevices
cooling schists once again.
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