Easter Eve

Disjointed thoughts and words rolled into one strolled through my head as i awoke from dreamy afternoon half-sleep of Easter weekend

Of salty briny breath of Brigid blowing through my hair
Of sea mist moisture on my skin, taste of oysters
Memories of days walking on the seawall in Sandy Cove along Dublin Bay

Of shoreside breezes in freedom’s wake
Soul set free
The feels like temperature (how do they know?) perfect for
Sinking under the weight of an ancient myth
On angel’s wings
on Easter Eve

Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, April, 2017


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