Dingle, Ireland
Dingle, Ireland
The bathroom carpet,
wall to wall, is blue,
the lightest blue,
to complement
the bowl and ceiling.
Apropos the moment:
I bend the waist
and heave the gristle
from last evening's steak.
Tomorrow I shall row again
to see those ancient men
in caps and coveralls
stand like statues
while they talk
and tap gold embers
now and then
from clay pipes
forever glowing.
I'll go there
at the dinner hour
and see them once again
fork potatoes,
whole and steaming,
from big kettles filled
at dawn by crones
forever kerchiefed
and forever bent.
At dawn you hear
the women
like a choir
sing their hymns
a cappella
as they genuflect and dip
big black kettles
in the sometimes still
sometimes foaming sea.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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