More like a moon than earth,
Stark limestone landscape,
Glacier gouged and scraped.
A portal tomb holds balance,
As it has for six thousand years,
Over bones of a people who did not know
They were the early act of an Irish saga;
Or that cutting all the trees would erode
The soil that sustained them, down
To this slippery rock where only tough
Wildflowers survive in the fissures; or
How differing visions of god would blight
This island forever. We tiptoe gingerly.
Carol Jennings work has previously appeared in The New York Quarterly, Potomac Review, Oberon, Chautauqua, Amelia, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, and two anthologies.
--from the archives of The Broadkill Review
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