“I will arise and go now” Yeats W.B Innisfree
When it’s finally all finished,
I dream of heading North
Where the wild winds aren’t diminished
Where the oceans swirl and roar
Where the white unleavened sunlight
Pierces cracks in grey flecked clouds
Where gannets soar in streamlined flight
Across the broken shroud
Where squalling gulls call daybreak
Where a seal’s sad cry heralds noon
Where darkness arrives before evening
Where poetry’s written in runes
Where islands layer on islands
Where bright strands layer bleach white
Where mist rolls in whispers across silver sand
Where the runes are written in light
Where the earth and air co-mingle
Where fire and water burn
Where waves crash on soft shingle
Where all once held sacred returns
I will arise and go there
I will go once again to the North
Where the wild winds aren’t diminished
Where the oceans swirl and roar
Eileen Neil