Another poem I wrote a good while ago, which was prior to the Good Friday Agreement. Let’s hope the choice of leaving the EU will not disrupt the peace in this once-troubled region.
THE GIANT’S CAUSEWAY
What magic spell was woven here
When, from out under the green baize
Covering the Antrim table,
A remnant from another meal
Spewed out unhealthily
Turning from red to gold to grey;
As, doused by the sea, it cooled, cracked
And lay dead. Order from chaos
A natural cemetery of
Perverse symmetry, mounting up
As, one by one, and tit for tat,
The gravestones go back up the hill;
The remnants of chaos.