Reenadinna Woods

A poem by Anna Dunlea, age 17, Co Kerry

Photograph: iStock
Photograph: iStock
Sun dappled pillars of silver and green, towering

Cathedrals skywards.

Earth damp dew and warmth in the air

Choirs in every bow, feathered beat boxers,

Heads high and proud, not awaiting discovery.


Moss, twig and bramble underfoot,

Adding a low base tone as I crunch,

Fusion fundamentals of girl versus bird.

The beauty so rich, phone is pocketed,

Eyes too hungry to share.
Anna Dunlea
Anna Dunlea