The Walk

  Two sonnets about love: the first photo-shot focuses on parental devotion within a pastoral landscape; the second ‘longshot’ contemplates Heaney’s married relationship that has lasted more than three decades. The first ‘photo’ has been fully processed, the second is a black and white negative, still a ‘work in progress’, as it were. Fifty years on walks with his mother and father have not lost their alluring sheen: Glamoured the road, the day, and him and her/ And everywhere they took me. On those occasions Nature was hazy and enchanted: Cobbles were riverbed, the Sunday air/ A high stream-roof that moved in silence. He paints the flora of his rural Ulster neighbourhood in its summer prime, from the grandest free-standing […]