Honeymoon

One or two dead sheep lay by the road. 
We saw a hairpin bend signed 'Beware of 
Blind People Crossing' as we drove from Dublin, 
West to Connemara's wild Atlantic shores 
 
To black rock crags patched white between with 
Coral sand, backed by bog the other side of the 
Deserted coastal R341 and a cottage 
Between Ballyconeely and the Mannin Bay Blueway.
 
Farmers parked their Morris Minors 
Where the river flowed half a metre deep 
Across the road though we had no choice but
To go through with water lapping  to the doors
 
As our engine choked and stuttered.
There was not a thing on bare shop shelves 
Save what the tide and storms brought in,
Or so it seemed. Just a single skate wing
 
In a solitary wooden box stood centre 
On a warehouse floor, as though awaiting 
Bomb disposal, far from the great shutter door 
Opened for us when we called for something
 
For our supper. The weather was the worst in living Memory. "'Tis wild, 'tis wild," the  shepherd said, 
Nothing more, driving him from his hitch-hike 
To the nearest village pub 
 
Where, with two halves of Guinness down for us,
He retired to a corner table to drink alone across 
The room in an empty bar.  Cottage number 94 
Was dark and damp. We had dragged the sofa 
 
Out to try and warm and dry on the only fine 
Afternoon when a sheepdog came by and into the Compound, low walled with broken breeze block 
Placed to mark the cottage ground.
 
He beckoned us to follow him way back into the bog. 
It seemed he had a mission and so we went 
Along a mile or two at pace until he turned tail at 
No particular point on the path and disappearing  
 
From our view left us alone and panting. 
A hotel waitress took pity on us at our only 
Venture out to lunch. "Would we be wanting 
Another lobster ? - its on the house," she said.
 
They had boiled too many for the service. 
Could she tell we were on our honeymoon?  
To be sure, still awkward, shy and out of place in Galway's wildest weather and Atlantic autumn storms.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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