WJ Cooper series
No 6 Sligo Sonnet
Oh mighty Ben Bulben peeps through the mist
As notes from Killavil send a sweet riff
Beautiful Sligo where angels exist
And softly our poet sleeps at Drumcliff
From luscious Lough Arrow to Knocknashee
To the mound where Maeve looks out at Slieve League
At Highwood the woodbine calls to the bee
Chimney-like falls pouring streams of intrigue
Penned laws of Brehon on Dartry stones bare
Fishing boats anchored beside Mullaghmore
Pretty maids dancing like waifs in the air
Geevagh’s wild primrose and daisies galore
Black Jack’s Rosses Point and old wishing wells
Rowan trees blooming in grand Lissadell.
Tom Clancy.