Two Mourning Doves

Two mourning doves
Perched side by side
on a chain link fence
like lovers on a park bench.
They stare into the sun over still water reservoir,
behind them the California freeway roars--

rubber turns,

diesel burns,
stomachs yearn for evening meals.
Are they oblivious to the chaos
or just unconcerned?
These two--
With shared view
Ignore the din
'til it is only them.

-Hope A. Horner

Copyright 2022. No use without permission

Emerald of the North

Gray slab rocks slick with green

Direct the blue downstream

The Man of Sligo on corner stands

Pointing to the sky, jacket fanned.

First born child of rival shore

All who know, know he loved you more

You - this Emerald of the north

Province Connacht, seaport.

Leaving London's crowding choke

Crooked streets and chimney smoke

To commune with fairies beneath the tree

In song and dance and poetry

To bring a tear to travelers' eyes

With wild swan words and lovers sighs

And stir what Irish blood remains

In hearts with same blue in their veins

To match the river rushing still

Around the bend toward Strandhill.

-H.Horner

Sligo, Ireland. Photo copyright Hope Horner, 2022.

- Poem dedicated to WB Yeats. An inspiration and genius poet.
Copyright Hope A. Horner, 2022. Use with permission only. Contact author on Twitter @HopeNote

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