Projects: Exhibition with Maura McKee
from 'A Mourning'
We forget the words, waiting for peace
to return from earth’s lungs,
and whisper instead visions
of awakenings rather than wakes:
borrowed from distance and abandonment,
allowing old stars to die,
searching for new lights to sail by.
A river bends through battlements
and future townlands grow out of
yearning to spread and nurture.
See ghosts in the towers of origin,
dominance locked into masonry,
loyalty and praise as craftworks.