poetry reading – Page 72 – WILDsound Festival

At the Limit, Poetry by Julian Beach

We went north and west, remember?
winding from Irish Sea to fretting Atlantic
calling at the favoured places; Tara of Kings
yellow-flagged, wind-ruffled Ramore and Erne
the Calf House at Blacklion, tinted with old moss.

For my son, Poetry by Ruben Yamakawa Navarro

Traverse the hill…and awe.

Yonder, the lights

sparkles my heart, warmth the soul.

Limits of time, but for the grace of God,

here, my faith, marks the ground.