Sunday, 29 March 2009


You collected shells
and put them on the dresser:
each a small fortress,
the smooth interiors

shone with the memory
of the tenacious garrisons
that held out for so long
against the sea.

It's easy for me to date this poem: I went to Mayo twenty years ago and wrote it shortly after I returned. I was prompted to think about it again as a result of reading Poet-in-Residence's Irish Impressions.


Ken Armstrong said...

I'm in Mayo! I feel like I belong in this poem now. :) I like it too.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks. I've just been looking into this. I've a feeling that when I was there I stayed in Killala, as the name looked familiar on the map. I then thought I had a vague memory of a tall, pointed tower. I did an image search and sure enough, there it was.

Poetikat said...

I love that line, "of the tenacious garrisons".

I've been to Mayo. Wish I were there now.


John Hayes said...

This is quite lovely-- all those "m" words give it that sea-like "hum"; & the motion of the lines is also graceful.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks for these comments.

Poetikat: It is a good place to be, isn't it? Funnily enough, I wasn't there out of choice - I'd been hoping to get further South, to Mcgillicuddy's Reeks. Still haven't made it.

John Hayes: Pleased you like it. I'd never noticed the "ms" before.

Anonymous said...

A late comment here, Dominic. Not sure how I missed this delightful miniature. As a good miniature should, it punches way above its weight!

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks, Dick.

The Solitary Walker said...

Excellent, Dominic. I like 'tenacious garrisons' too.