A beautiful place, an ancient monastic site. Sacked by the Vikings. I took this picture there, at sunset. All natural light. There is no filtering or editing used.
I wrote this poem whilst at Nendrum....
Celtic Drum
Sitting, smelling Autumn
Inhale a distant Celtic drum
Nendrum, island of dreams
Monks, brewers of words
My soul drinks
Savours syllables
To share with kith and kin
To write, without, from within
Mystical heartbeats grip my pen
Move me to see
Beyond rolling green beauty
Rolling, lapping waves
Waves, through my mind
This land has made blood flow
And ink flow
Vanquisher, the mighty love-filled pen
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