Poem: ‘The Stone House: Dromod Harbour’
Gerard Fanning, 16 November 2000
Boat piers are much alike. Stepping ashore at The Stone House, Doused in the inky stream of Acres Lake
We walk a tarmacadam line Where curvature comes together As strands of carmine
Climb through migrant sprays Of laburnum and maple. In a wait that slowly accumulates
Until too long, hours refract, And like a tiptoeing through a glass lean-to We examine the stills of this romance –
The...