Musings chanced upon in the quiet of Inniscrone by Peter Kiernan

After Yesterday's muse on mad women and air ...by Emilia Pardo Bazan ...I thought today to cheer up the show with a quieter meditation. The very lovely Musings Chanced Upon in the Quiet of Inniscrone by Peter Kiernan was published up to one of our early issues and it is a contemplative reflection on solitude, memory, and the ceaseless rhythms of nature. Set against the windswept shores of Enniscrone, in County Sligo. the poem weaves a tapestry of shifting light, rolling waves, and whispered silences, to capture the fleeting nature of time—where the presence of the sea, the old man’s journey, and the poet’s introspection converge in a dance of permanence and impermanence. A meditation on existence and the paths we build as we walk in time, one moment at a time: One stone, one step ...This is a reading from The Linnet's Wings Magazine