NarniaA Poem by PólLush warm blades as i set my course from Eoin's land to Narnia.
From verdant land to aqueos spa, depart bidding farewell to Niall and his nine hostages to seek an invisible castle where Uidilín reigns and Patrick is mourned.
On and on, the march til veridian fields surrender to a hillock great where Shimna flows through forest green and thick to the Ocean
On and on, further still To Borcha's hills; rising rising, majestic from Sea Bearneagh, Commedagh, Meelmore Binnian,Corragh,Muck
Swimming... across a lake of foxes to a valley,... quiet,... still. A glen of priests peering... skywards, offering homage to Domhangart. © Paul O' Neill 2012 © 2013 PólAuthor's Note
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