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Above Rostrevor
By hutmaster
07 January 2008
Rostrevor is a loughside village at the foot of the Mourne Mountains in County Down.

Winter brims
over bouldered ground
above Rostrevor.

Louring skies meld
blue lough to green forest.
Needling wind keens
through raftered bones,
once homes,
hewn from ancient granite.

Mourne claims her own,
over and over,
defeating generations.

Hasp and staple,
galvanised against the sleekit mist,
defend rude-lintelled doors.

Who comes?

Only ghosts of emigrants,
wraiths of mountainy men
whose quick selves
coaxed poor life
from pale, barren hills
above Rostrevor.


Reviews

Written by audrie (451 comments posted) 7th January 2008
I know others say that one shouldn't just say, 'I like this', but I don't feel qualified to judge metre and verse, etc . 
 
Just know whether something in the writing makes me respond on certain levels, and this does.
Excellent poem
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 7th January 2008
This must be one of the most beautiful poems I've read on GW. Congratulations. You have brought Rostrevor alive in your words. I love your choice of words: "the louring skies" - so much more alive than dark or just angry. I like the colour that you have brought into your poem and the textures you have used: the hard granite; the needling wind - I can feel it on my face. You noticed the little things - the hasp and staple on the rough lintelled door of the shacks left standing. I loved the start of the poem with the vision of the water brimming over the bouldered ground and also the conclusion of your poem too as you gently wound it down. Well, I loved everything about it. You will know, presumably, that the Irish name is Ros Treabhair which means, ie Trevor's Wood.

Written by Phil (6719 comments posted) 7th January 2008
Liked this very much - very 'there' with your descriptions - as Josie has mentioned, but it's the references to the past that make this. 
 
Lovely read. 
 
Phil.

Written by hutmaster (134 comments posted) 8th January 2008
audrie, thank you and I do know what you mean. Sometimes it is important just to allow the words to work their own spell. 
 
Josie. High praise, indeed, and I thank you for that. This village itself is stunningly beautiful and set in a perfect backdrop twixt Carlingford Lough and the famous Mountains of Mourne. It has Fairy Glens and tumbling brooks. A wee bit of Heaven. 
 
Phil. Yes. The road through the mountains is littered with long abandoned homesteads and it is difficult not to imagine the lives and disappointments of those forced to leave. 
 
Thanks all for the reads and comments.

Written by petetheverse (164 comments posted) 8th January 2008
HM, 
Extremely evocative of a world that your words bring to life; very enjoyable. 
Why is it that we are haunted by our pasts, or more correctly those of whom we know little, but whom we believe we can envisage? 
You have a gift that is very much your own - if only we could find more pieces like this that have been so very carefully crafted. 
PTV

Written by hutmaster (134 comments posted) 8th January 2008
Good question, Pete. I think the draw of the imagined life is a Romantic throwback to the likes of Wordsworth, Southey etc. The abandoned cottage is a powerful symbol, especially here in Ireland, where history and landscape are bound together in a way which incites imaginative flight. Painters often use the device of a tumbledown building to suggest an heroic or a romantic landscape and it evokes a sympathy in the viewer, a pull at the heart almost, which must, in some atavistic way, suggest a homecoming, a return to simpler times long gone. I hasten to add that this yearning is nostalgic, like those Victorian scenes on Christmas cards, and lights the imaginative fuse of folk memory which could not possibly have been as rose-tinted as hindsight makes it seem. 
Good of you to read and remark on this. I appreciate it. 
 
hm
Comment upon comment
Written by petetheverse (164 comments posted) 8th January 2008
HM, 
I could do no other - this is probably the best (what a terrible word [unless it has the diminutive George in front of it]) true poem I have yet seen on here in a mere two/three weeks. 
Were there more behind / in front, I would be heartened. 
Yours with respect, 
PTV

Written by Lizzy (793 comments posted) 8th January 2008
I can only echo what Audrie said, avery good evocative poem. 
Lizzy
A Plea To The Hutmaster
Written by petetheverse (164 comments posted) 8th January 2008
Can you write us/me a piece about the magnificent cliffs at ??? 
You will know where I mean. 
Even if it means having to take a day out? 
Mordor - no, that's Lord Of The Rings - but very probably where Tolkien got his ideas! 
PTV

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