Beehive Huts


Dingle Peninsula, Ireland

Little stone domes

no matrix, no glue,

monk-built, by crevice

and heft, taut little

sheep fold, where men sat

in their sheep clothes,

with wooly tongues,

holding the world up

under stones stacked

to keep the drizzle out;

grizzled, they fingered

their beads, eyeing

sea glint and flock,

hands on rock, feet on

grass, bee buzz hum

on their lips, mind on

mercy, on God like

wind seen in what

it bends, what will lift.

Betsy Sholl’s most recent book is Otherwise Unseeable, winner of the 2014 Four Lakes Prize in Poetry. She teaches in the MFA program of Vermont College of Fine Arts, and served as Maine Poet Laureate from 2006 to 2011.