Aran Islands Poem by Michael Cochrane

On Aran's shores where wild winds play, the cliffs rise high, in bold array.
Beneath a sky of the softest gray, the whispers of the ancients lay.
The stone walls weave a rugged thread, through the fields that secrets long have bled.
With the ocean's lull, with tones unsaid, sings songs of love.
In Inis Mor's embrace so tight, the spirit dances in the night, where love like waves in endless flight, meets the horizons tender light.
Michael Cochrane © 2024