Corlough valley

 

The dark valley produces offspring such as I

To see a world the way i do

Smoke and rivers pouring off

strange visitors come empty handed

To a land of lack thinking it abundant

The shadows of the valley

Don't just contain dark spaces

They are voices guiding

Sometimes to the hunter

Who until today finds no kill himself

And must open himself to the shadow

Sometimes to the forager

Twice entangled by the shadow

beholden to it

following it´s echo to the hidden patch

And here these new people in wagons

Thinking this is some oasis

We barely survive

Feeling the eyes on us

Through the river and smoke

Through the living darkness