One Poem by Heather Nolan

night on The Burren

the way the dusk gathers,
a week before the solstice – long
and lean, a moony blue dripping
from limestone.

we trace circles up the hill
in echoing air, close yet
wide open
to the table tomb, Poll namBrón.

older than the pyramids, you say,
shaking your head.
the past here
unfathomable.

nearly midnight, dark falls
like a gavel. you still pointing out landmarks,
through windows thick as turf now.
deep black. headlights just enough

to show we still occupy space.

 

Heather Nolan is a writer and musician from St. John’s, Newfoundland. Her poetry and prose can be found in journals and anthologies across the U.S. and Canada. She was awarded the Gregory J. Power Poetry Award in 2019, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2017. She is the author of This Is Agatha Falling (Pedlar Press, 2019).

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