Mangan's Bay
From Moord
a boreen skirts
a white cottage
hidden by fuchsia
and goes down
to the rocks
of Mangan's Bay.
Swallows skim
along the path,
foursome
twitter on a wire.
Just before the strand
a hen harrier,
surrounded by
three angry magpies
sits stoical on a paling.
The field
above the cottage
is full of flowers
and shows
an immense
view across the bay
where gannets
like javelins
cut the water.
Slowly,
the red sun
disappears
behind the hills
of East Cork
and makes the sky
into a sea of flames.
Cormorants fly low
as black shadows
over the ebbing tide
to their nocturnal perch
in the mouth
of the Blackwater.
The lighthouse
gives its first light
to a passing tanker
and a fishing boat
bound for Youghal.
(Original title: 'De Baai van Mangan' - published in English in Southword - issue number 8 - New Writing from Ireland - December 2004, The Munster Literature Centre, Cork, Ireland)
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