They stand in silence, Time joining their prayers. They are not visitors, No, they are the earth’s dreams. Reveries of wind and waves, Surprises of snow on white-golden sand, Whisps of spindrift, streaming from breakers. Together forever on wild storming beaches, Their broken spirits find solace. For they are the Servants of Mystery.
Sam McKeon is a recluse, living on the remote rugged west coast of Ireland. Currently, Sam’s poetry tends to focus on his inner universe and the moments he spends with the very few people he is in contact with, especially his muse Emily, who has inspired almost fifty poems, tracing the development of their relationship.
The astonishing drama and beauty of the wild Irish landscape is also absorbed into his writing. This can lead to some weird things, but mostly it leads to deeply passionate works stitched together with tender reflection.
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