The poem which gave it’s name to (both) my blog(s)
I yearn for green moss –
Gaiman’s smell of damp leaf mould.
The poise and promise in fleshy puffballs
under Cochrane’s Bridge
and the startle
of a snapping twig
in an Irish autumn –
– the cool underneaths of things
Deep under there,
I hid a dark
well of doubt.
But now there
flows a bright spring.
Specialist Emergency Physician from Ireland currently based in Tasmania, Australia