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STONE-BREAKER (after the saxifraga flower) by celebrated Irish poet Noel Monahan
We survived the last ice age, huddling
Eye-to-eye in a land of clouds, skylight of open air
Looking down on distant hills of ice, pillows of snow.
We are the unsung song of the Cuilcagh Mountains,
In tune with the howls of the wind
Constant crunch and crackle of ice chunks.
We are the dream catchers
Flowers growing for ghosts,
We are outlaws revelling on our own
Hanging on to arteries of stone.
We are fossil flowers, a blizzard of bloom,
Tough and tender, bent on growing into seed.
Our only prayers that some seeds may fly
With the winds of chance
Into the open mouths of years to come.
Noel Monahan © 2015