And when they think I am gone,
I will resurface in the fall.
You will feel me in the wind,
And taste me in your wine.
The words I leave behind,
Earthy, and nutty and pleasingly bitter,
You will keep close to your heart –
I was a simple dandelion,
That opened with the morning sun and,
Closed up at night.
I watched the world from up close and,
I was happy –
To be yourself; to know, that you are yourself,
In a world filled with fears,
Is truly a noble thing.
Dedicated to Lyra Mckee
Photography by mad-eye-view
The sunset lingers behind the clouds;
In small breaks, appears and disappears – like love,
Without a trace; without a warning – Always,
As shadows overlap at Stephen’s Green Park.
The “Jealous Man and Woman”, one of the many relics of Ireland.
Who was jealous of whom? The couple lie in their tomb with truths far from our reach. Layer upon layer of mystery . . .
. . .climbed up high, to capture details as the sunlight fell onto the stone figures; could such warmth soothe a heart or two?
Trim. Co. Meath
A funerary monument of a stone 7ft in height, dating from 1520 to commemorate Sir Edmond Golding and his wife Elizabeth Fleming in Saint Peter’s Churchyard – There are less than 10 cadaver stones left in Ireland and, three of them are in the Drogheda Co. Louth area.
What happens to our bodies once buried . . . a crude reality of Gothic beauty.
Of all the relics at Bit Bazaar, hidden in the dust of time; to come across such a delightful postcard as cheerful as an Irish laugh,
. . . Ireland is everywhere after – all.