What comes to mind in Ireland
What is black? An absence of light,
the cassocks of parish priests,
dark peat in an Irish bog.
What is brown? A leather belt,
decaying plants, veins of iron in stones,
the layered bark of a log.
What is grey? Lowering clouds,
skies threatening rain over windswept water,
the speckled muzzle of an old dog.
What is silver? A crucifix round a neck,
handcuffs and shackles, thirty shiny coins,
a flash of light through heavy fog.
Feature Image: Daniele Idini