Day 625 – a note (Monach)

On Day 625 of the daily poems our poet Jane Monach writes us a brief musical note, and if you’re wondering from where the pure sound of that flute is flowing, the clue is in the place names.  We are of course in beautiful Northern Ireland.

a note

pure sound of flute
flows out into the world

disappears

perhaps into the Mournes
above tall trees
in Tollymore  
or down to Murlough 

flies with white egrets 
and is lost in clouds
above Dundrum

Jane Monach