Dun Briste – broken headland
Fearful frightening sight
Blowholes in the meadow there to see
Howling wind and angry water
Waves of frothing foam
Place of lonely danger
Stay away from me
Cliffs of Ceide cliffs of mind
Sheer drop to the sea
Ragged rocks in layers facing north
Three hundred feet of nothingness
Plunge into the blue
Then down again through ocean
Nothing left of you
Cross beach on the Mullet shore
Soft and gentle sand
Inish Gloire lying there
Quiet holy land
Peaceful looking wide embrace
Gently rolling sea
Even Atlantic breakers
Seem pleasant company
Where water meets the rugged rock
There comes an angry roar
The power of tide resistant rock
Make common cause for war
But in the bay a shelving beach
Can ease the tidal force
And gentle ripples reach the shore
At journey’s end their course
Brian Fahy
31 March 2022
Erris Poetry 