The Trident Hotel in my beloved Kinsale set me a challenge to write a poem to match the picture below. Visit John Collins photography here and please visit the wonderful Trident Hotel and Kinsale as soon as possible. You will not regret it. Kinsale in Dawn’s Light by John Collins Photography http://www.johncollins.ie/ The mist creeps across the harbour walls
Across the water enveloping all
Tendrils flicker in dawn’s first light
As beautiful Kinsale awakes to a wondrous sight
Ghostly shapes dance this morning
Residents nearby awake, yawning
And wraiths of the past fade away
At the first light of a new day
The D533, rusted and worn
Its battles with the elements long gone
Oh what fishy tales it could tell
Mighty monsters of the deep it did fell
Now just spirits idle by
Days gone by they sadly sigh
Thinking on what once had been
Of glory’s past and all they’d seen
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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