Wild Bathing Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren

Wild Bathing Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren

Wild Bathing, Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren Up through other worldly underground Rivers With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort . I rotate my body to swim freely exhaling underwater taking a breath When cheek emerges above the water Feels like I’m basking in my Mother’s womb My brain lights up loves the extra oxygen rush Making me alert focused movin my body vessel forward Alternating from Freestyle to Backstroke & Breaststroke to Butterfly . Moving through water in a state of breath A task handled by commitment discipline timing & pure joy Finding the balance so giving & soothing the in-breath the out-breath Bringing me back to pure being lap by lap Wild Bathing & Bopping in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort River . I crawled in at Poulnagollum Slieve Elva’s longest cave Fifteen kilometres long by one hundred & forty metres deep Could hear water percolatin in dark underground Seeping glowin permeatin Where Ice Age limestone dissolved the rock cavern slowly . Wild Bathing Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren Up through other worldly underground Rivers With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort . I was swimming in the bowels of the earth Where rock rippled & Water rippled In River of silver glistening With flecks of water spots like Diamonds sparkling Once in belly of whale of Poulnagollum cave Spooky water rose up loud like Ennistymon Falls . I continued my primitive swimming like dancing on water Away from stimuli of Burren limestone Desert Swam in a dance routine like “My Lovely Rose of Clare” & Embodied Movement Up through other worldly underground Rivers

With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort Entering the water into the unconsciousness of water Gods In a dream like intense mesmerising odyssey . Wild Bathing Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren Up through other worldly underground Rivers With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort . Journeying transcending past Heather Bracken Thyme Bathing in afterglow & mood change Passing up through lakes connected to underground Rivers of Muckanagh Inchiquin Doon Atedaun lough George & Bunny Where water shifted me into another dimension of new freedom I began Skinny Dippin’ where intense water caressed & licked my body And only came up for air at Poulnagollum . Wild Bathing, Bopping & Skinny Dippin’ in Secret Streams of the Deep Burren Up through other worldly underground Rivers With beautiful names like the Coole, Beaha, Moiree & Gort .

A Turf Thuile

Lack of food & lack of fuel Where berries and seaweed are used as food & Sods of earth & dried animal dung used as fuel Stored in Turf Thuile .

Turf is stored in County Clare in a Turf Thuile made of limestone In a Dry-Stone Wall pattern Used for airing turf . Making a geographical memory connection of Burren with my Midlands Bura Bog . Turf tile looks like a low corale for sheltering livestock In its stead it invites the west west wind To blow dry the turf in ready for fire . Where draughts of sweet Burren Perfumery tea Can be passed around with ham sandwiches As the Clare ancestors huddled in Tea Talk .

Of “It’s a fine wintery day out” “Great south wind there for a line of clothes to dry In a spring clean” . Or “It’s a soft day out” cloud nine “It’s as pure as the driven snow” “Expecting an Indian Summer soon” . “One Swallow doesn’t make a summer” “Storm in a teacup forecasted tomorrow” “Better get your winter drawers on . ” Cloudy humid gusty breezes foggy misty Either its boiling hot or pouring rain Hot or cold wet or dry calm or stormy clear or cloudy . Where exotic Carraroe turf came by sea in a boat From Connemara up through to Kinvarra Then transported to Clare Turf Thuile to dry out . Making a geographical memory connection of Burren with my Midlands Bura Bog .

Then later handpicked for fires Where draughts of sweet Burren Perfumery tea Can be passed around with ham sandwiches As the Clare ancestors huddled in Tea Talk .

Where turf either came from Atlantic Blanket bog or Mountain Blanket bog Both had blanket in the word to keep out the west west wind To keep us cosy all up in a handknit . Using bog earth from old Brian Boru withered oaks To the singing sound of Choughs at loop head Or fragile as a butterfly at Glendree near Feakle Sphagnum Moss sur your only peat from dead plants Tomorrow’s quagmire Fens Blanket Bog & raised bogs . Whether turf is cut in Glendree near Feakle or Pollagoona Clare-Galway border or Tullaher bog Kilkee And Cloonloum and Tulla bogs Then stacked in Turf Tiles or Turf Thuile to dry out . Occasional spotted species in Poolagoona bog Are White fronted Goose, The Hen Harrier, Frogs, Lizards & four spotted Chaser . Or does turf come up roads from Midlands to County Clare From Bog of Allen, Blackwater Bog Clara or Boora & Raheenmore Bog . Turf is stored in County Clare in a Turf Thuile made of limestone In a Dry-Stone Wall pattern Used for airing turf . Turf tile looks like a low corale for sheltering livestock In its stead it invites the west west wind To blow dry the turf in ready for fire . Where draughts of sweet Burren Perfumery tea Can be passed around with ham sandwiches As the Clare ancestors huddled in Tea Talk .