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Curtain Up
| Posted at 02:47 PM on September 20, 2009 |
Taken at Beagmore stone circle alignment, between Omagh and Cookstown in County Tyrone.
The morning climbs above the house.
I admire the beauty of the lifting mist.
The bleached horizons above the rooftops;
steam floating of the dewy tiles
like smoke signals.
Winding roads too small for map
marking; cut paths through the county.
The crows and blackbirds
line up on the fence
making the most of the drying puddles
and refilled nut bags; meant for
wrens and robins!
The air blanched of spring with
the odd housefly busying about.
Much too early I think.
As long as the morning light
combs across your face,
as long as the curtains open anew;
there draws the breath of theatre.
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beautiful Aine, you paint a picture
"As long as the morning light
combs across your face,
as long as the curtains open anew;
there draws the breath of theatre."
i'm putting those lines on my site and giving credit to you
like the countryside of Tyrone in you photo too
mike
"As long as the morning light
combs across your face,
as long as the curtains open anew;
there draws the breath of theatre."
i'm putting those lines on my site and giving credit to you
like the countryside of Tyrone in you photo too
mike
