{"id":2057,"date":"2015-07-13T21:31:38","date_gmt":"2015-07-13T21:31:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2057"},"modified":"2015-07-14T02:46:41","modified_gmt":"2015-07-14T02:46:41","slug":"looking-out-at-the-skelligs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/looking-out-at-the-skelligs\/","title":{"rendered":"Looking Out at the Skelligs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><figure id=\"attachment_2065\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2065\" style=\"width: 1271px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Skelligs.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Skelligs.jpg\" alt=\"Skelligs seen through the morning mist...\" width=\"1271\" height=\"414\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2065\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Skelligs.jpg 1271w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Skelligs-300x98.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/Skelligs-1024x334.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1271px) 100vw, 1271px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2065\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Skelligs seen through the morning mist&#8230;<\/figcaption><\/figure><br \/>\nFrom clifftop in morning mist<br \/>\nA view I would have missed<br \/>\nIf weather was finer, or I had slept<br \/>\nThis murky view from my eyes would be kept<br \/>\nHidden in the swirling mists of grey<br \/>\nI saw the scene seen by the monks the day<br \/>\nThey decided there cells their would be built<br \/>\nFar from the world, its distractions and guilt<br \/>\nThey looked otherworldly, as the water crashed round<br \/>\nThe lullaby of nature, the sirens ghostly sound&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From clifftop in morning mist A view I would have missed If weather was finer, or I had slept This murky view from my eyes would be kept Hidden in the swirling mists of grey I saw the scene seen by the monks the day They decided there cells their &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[81,2245,90],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2057","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-travel-poems","category-voyage-to-valentia","category-walking-verses","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-xb","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2060,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/scene-of-the-rhyme-preserved-after-tullamore-rhymers-bandits-hijack-the-eco-bus-cafe-at-valentia-island-festival\/","url_meta":{"origin":2057,"position":0},"title":"Scene of the Rhyme Preserved after Tullamore Rhymers Bandits Hijack the Eco Bus Cafe at Valentia Island Festival","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"14th July 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"It was a right Scene of the Rhyme - two days in a row, a captive audience were held at rhymepoint on the Eco Bus Caf\u00e9 by gangsters from the desperados known as the Tullamore Rhymers Club, along with fellow Bandits in Verse Julie Goo, Ailish Kerr, Sean Dennihy and\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Blog&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Blog","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/blog\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"The Rhyming Bandits - Tullamore Rhymers Club and Guests at The Scene of the Rhyme on the Eco Bus Caf\u00e9 at the Valentia Island Festival","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/SOTR.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/SOTR.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/SOTR.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/SOTR.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1544,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/fleeting-shadows-confuse-the-walker\/","url_meta":{"origin":2057,"position":1},"title":"Fleeting Shadows Confuse the Walker","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"18th March 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"The game of love, which others find so effortless, so it appears, to this traveller of lifes journey is confusing at the best of times... 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