The sixth poem in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay. More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell
SPIDEIL ROAD, GALWAY BAY II
Here at the margin of the world all is edge.
Rock juts against green hedge,
the sea cuts a long knife of shore,
sky meets sand in a bleared scrim,
all muffled in a cotton of fog.
Amid the blab of the pub
I’m made to feel welcome.
Then the savage cut,
sudden as blood,
struck by the stranger
or, worse, my child
irked by my joy and banter.
I fade into that fog,
walk among the ghosts
as I hear the dead tales
told of me:
she was a nuisance
and our great fool.
The wounds still fresh,
today I eye
the same sea & earth & sky
with a difference.
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Photo by Charles R. Hale
What an inspiring way to start my day, reading Angela’s Poem. Thanks for the dip into language so early in the morning. xo–Honor