Mother Ireland At first I was land I lay on my back to be fields And when I turned on my side I was a hill Under freezing stars I did not see I was seen Night and day Words fell on me Seeds, raindrops Chips of frost From one of them I learnt my name I rose up, I remembered it Now I could tell my story It was different than the story told about me And now also it was spring I could see the wound I had left in the land by leaving it I traveled west Once there I looked with so much love At every field as it unfolded It's rusted wheel and it's pram chassis And at the gorse bright distances I had been That they misunderstood me "Come back to us " they said "Trust me " I whispered Eavan Boland 📸 @swanfox_ Polaroid green duochrome 600 @polaroid #sx70 #shootfilm #mypolaroidperspective #instantfilmsoceity