Fissure is an image captured in Eire on the northern part of the Wild Atlantic Way near Lisdoonvarna. These rocks are over 100 feet above the sea. I had to wait for a bus load of Japanese tourists to depart before capturing this image. We can only imagine the forces that caused this fissure in the rocks.
Fissure
Of course the fissure that stands out,
though here its course is inward cut,
as wind and water clear its spout,
earmarked for incline’s slow decline,
the run off grains through eras marked.
This channel, shaped through history,
the boundary, like shallow grave,
dividing line, scar on the face,
though either side, formation same –
small scene, escape to overview.
This matrix mix, hard bolder slabs –
but for rolled moss, a passing phase –
is undermined by waving gales,
a lode of seams adjoining breech –
a putty paste on Moh’s slide scale.
Here named, our landlady, Clare Shales,
Atlantic bulwark, Burren path,
between horse crest, fomenting tides
and landed folk, emerald isle.
Another landlock, tidal wall.
© Stephen Kingsnorth 2020