Beehive Huts

Dunquin

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.