Mullagh, County Cavan

From Mullagh’s wave I take my rise
I gurgle on with busy chime
And sparkle like a lover’s eyes.
(From The Old Mill Stream – Robert O’Reilly
Maggie’s Musing
…often in my wanderlust, I read and learn about other times and places. There is nothing like the right map to help my understanding. Recently, I came across a like soul who actually lived in England and married an Irishman. Her name is Ali Isaac. They live in Ireland now and she studies the countryside traveling and writing stories and poetry about sites of interest. One of her most recent shares, was about a park in a small village called Mullagh, were she climbed Mullagh Laoighill (Mound of Laoighill) I recommend watching the video she took of her trip. But mostly, I enjoyed one of her discoveries while she was there. She described the walk along the country path leading to the top of the mound…”the serenity and scenery is poetry. As you climb there are signs on the fences with excerpts from poems written by the local poets…” Such a beautiful way to combine history and nature!
https://www.aliisaacstoryteller.com/post/mullagh-hill-scenery-serenity-and-sonnets

Geopark at the Border…

Here’s the reason I started this website. Ali recommended entering a contest run by Bee Smith in Ireland. It is calling all poets who are inspired by geological landmarks in the Geopark located in Cavan Co. Ireland. It is located near Rossculligan, Ireland and is a park shared by both Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. Poems written would celebrate the geo- heritage and the interaction between History, Science and Literature of the Irish Culture. http://www.discoverbelturbet.ie/unesco-geopark/marble-arch-caves/

All credit for this post goes to Ali Isaac for discovering the gem, Dowra and Bee Smith for putting the work into creating opportunities for people to interact with the landscape. I dream of visiting soon.
https://www.aliisaacstoryteller.com/post/mapping-the-landscape-with-poetry

Sacred Stones of Droim Leathan By Maggie Logan Evolving through the ages Reflecting spiritual need Built on a ridge of limestone And growing from a seed Eons of geo travel Brought us to this place Long ago and stewardship Keep it a worthy space. Saint Colmcille, our native son Left his footprint on it Searching for his calling there Spoke to God upon it Take a wander through it The gravesite and remains Walls of stone stand ruined Whooping swans and cranes Ancient voices beckon Hear the druids’ drone Manuscripts and relics Tower tall of stone Nature’s tranquil morning Verdant grasses grow Hills and trees surround it Sheep in pastures low Solar rays on Garfinny Lough Reflections even still Pull at hearts the memories We pray they always will Not always, was there silence Dynamic heat and cold Bloody wars from earthen core The tale is very old Wars of nature, wars of men Raging wars~all sorts Warriors fighting to the end O’Reilly’s and O’Rourkes Drumlane Abbey lives on still A witness to man’s story In the village of Milltown A secret of Earth’s glory
