Today is Poetry Day Ireland and the 2021 theme is New Directions: Maps and Journeys. I love those synchronicities where the Marble Arch Caves UNESCO Global Geopark Poetry Map project intersects so neatly with the 2021. theme. Obviously, there is something in the zeitgeist wants those themes highlighted. The pandemic has had all of us recalibrating our internal True North. There is about as much anxiety about ‘re-entry’ post-vaccine as there was in Lockdowns 1,2, and 3. While, as one reader of this blog has observed, the illness has divided so many in terms of approach to isolation, masking and vaccinating, we have also been challenged to connect, to stay together by remaining apart.
Poetry, at least in my mind, is all about the connections and innovating to make disparate dots meet. Poets have long been inspired not just by visual artists, but by science. Poets however, as Emily Dickinson would say, “Tell all the truth but tell it slant.” As curator of this project, I am eager to see how poets will look at so many of the sites in Fermanagh and Cavan and tell the truth of them – and their geoheritage – but slant.
The digital Geopark Poetry Map was born out of a need for a Plan B when the Artist Development Award from Cavan Arts Office project was completely impossible under lockdown. Plan A was to work in schools the week of 2020’s Poetry Day Ireland. The schools were closed. The light bulb went off in my brain one day. I had the vision, and the Geopark staff loved the idea. But we needed more money than my award. Enter Geological Survey Ireland’s Geoheritage Fund who were keen on the project, which includes commissioned work from established writers, as well as new and emerging poets and schoolchildren.
All the poems must include an element of geoheritage which is defined by Geological Survey Ireland as “encompassing features of geology that are intrinsically important sites or culturally important sites offering information or insights into the evolution of the Earth; or into the history of science, or that can be used for research, teaching, or reference.” The rocks and the earth sciences have been in synergy with this region’s inhabitants for millenia- humans, flora and fauna. It is all part of the spiorad áite, or spirit of the place.
The Marble Arch Caves UNESCO Global Geopark has this special designation because both natural and built heritage are of international importance. Ireland is an island that has a vein of literature, that runs to the very marrow of the culture. It’s the right time to celebrate the heritage literally under our feet with this digital map during a time when our movements are circumscribed but our imagination can remain wide open.
For this Poetry Day Ireland I set myself the task of writing a geoheritage poem that is set in the Geopark. While I have left particular sites open to the new and emerging poets who would wish to submit contributions to the Geopark Poetry Map, I chose to write a poem about one of the distinctive features of the geopark – ribbed moraines. Indeed, Ireland has the largest ribbed moraine field on the planet. It’s just you cannot see it, except aerially.
The Hindmarsh Theory of Instability In Ribbed Moraines The world is made of caprice and chaos. Or so it may seem. Even as the land quakes and is sliding avalanches, sacred geometry spirals around ice, its melt, clay and rock. Though you might not see. Though the evidence is there at your feet. Boulder and clay fractured by ice slide. Dragged like Jayne Torville in the grand finale to Bolero, Dean pulling them prone, their skates scarring tracks across the surface. Parallel ripples evidence of creation’s mammoth feat. Minibus bouncing down a Cavan lane, a verdant hummock, suggestion of the ribs in the moraine. More like lazy beds built for Giants’ appetites in times before potatoes would be a feed in a fulacht fia. A lough pocked land where little rivers run between, twisting, gnarled like the antlers of the Giant Elk dropped off at the end of its last rutting season. Extinction. Fossil memory. The sacred geometry in chaos. The buzzard flying high above can see the lines that ripple, running down ancient Grandmother Earth’s cheeks. The buzzard can see more than we who have all the evidence there beneath our feet. Caprice. Chaos. Sacred geometry. Copyright © Bee Smith, 2021. All rights reserved.
Have a wonderful Poetry Day Ireland. And I hope to see many submissions to the MAC Geopark Poetry Map in the coming weeks. The deadline for submissions is 31st May 2021.
4 thoughts on “Mapping a (Part of the) Geopark this Poetry Day Ireland”
I love your poems so much. They’re like landscape paintings that make me gasp and feel at home simultaneously!
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Thank you! Though I felt rather cheeky with the Torville and Dean reference! 🙂
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