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August 2014 — Poem of the Month

from Achill

The Hill Behind the House

Kerry Hardie by Sean Hardie

Each morning here I go to the back window
to check the colour of the sky above the hill.


It is a good hill, small and close and brown,
its loose curve hardly breaking water.


When there is blue behind this arc,
it goes on up forever.


When there is thick-and-grey
I know a finite world of bog and sheep,


plain and familiar, a damp sedgy place
that stills the heart till it rests clean and bare.


by Kerry Hardie
from The Sky Didn’t Fall (2003)
Gallery Books

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