The hidden glen
I didn’t see it.
We turned our faces
to the cerulean sea
vast open skies
hurt our eyes.

The landscape of North Mayo
overwhelming
wild sublimeness
of phthalo green headlands
layered cliffs and crashing waves.

A north-west wind
sweeps in from the Atlantic
rushes around you
pushes grey magenta clouds
clearing rain north.

The sea colour
changes to gun metal grey
then slanting light comes in
between low clouds
to illuminate white horses.

Burnished bog exposed
to the elements
hiding neolithic field systems
a glass pyramid
perched on a bald hill
beckoning in the evening light
to its subterranean secrets.

Out to Binn Bhui
the Yellow Cliff
the gentle faces of pink sea thrift
wave a welcome in the breeze.

Turf cutters gouged the bog
leaving giant black footprints
on a carpet of raw umber and sap green.

Late evening at Lacken
yellow orange sands
streaked
with delicious lines
of blue green water.