I won third place in the South Dublin Libraries Poetry Competition for a poem called Brú na Bóinne. This poem is about Newgrange. Here’s the poem to read.
Brú na Bóinne
The mist rolls over the hills and stays
around the approach road. The sun is a pale disc.
Light comes through in odd glimmers.
People are dressed like druids, carrying staffs,
playing bodhrans and chanting. A druidess says
she has cleaned the ley lines back to their old joy.
We go into the inner chamber
and the heat from this tomb warms me.
We could stay in here protected from the cold
and the harsh realities outside.
The mist subsides and light comes up
the passage to consummate a new year.
Diarmuid Fitzgerald 