From the rocky overhangs of Knockmore to the Garrison lowlands
this terrain of glacier-scoured and rain-scarred limestone offers
rocks and rushes, high water tables and low fertility. Beloved
of botanists and potholers, the landscape is defined by loss:
by cracks that widen into fissures, by lonely parishes
where names no longer spoken of nor written
have weathered down to gravestones:
Blair, Scott, Ovens, Bustard, Kerr.
Until the day break, they pledge
day after day to no one save
the Melancholy Thistle. Credit: Jean Bleakney
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