Thursday, August 10, 2017


With nothing to recommend it
But its harsh tenacity
Between the blinding windows
And the forests of the sea,
As if its very existence
Were a reason to continue.

Crone, crow, scarecrow,

Its worn fingers scrabbling
At a torn sky, it stands
On the edge of everything
Like a burnt-out angel
Raising petitionary hands.

~ From The Return by Derek Mahon


  1. Muy artística foto de unas ramas antiguas de un gran árbol

  2. Goodness me, this is an amazing looking tree.

    All the best Jan

  3. How to bend with the mostly blowing north westerly winds. Marvelous.


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