Moneenageisha Harbour, Lough Atalia

Pondering the dilapelated harbour at Lough Atalia

Moneenageisha Harbour, Lough Atalia

No-one comes here now with currachs
Rowed by men old and young
Bringing the turf to and from the islands
Serenaded by the Gaelic tongue
That itself is rarely spoken
As the cars whizz on by
Progress, and the endless march of time
Blithely given as the reasons why…

The video was recorded for Longford Writers Group contribution to Poetry Day, Ireland.

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• Love Letter from a Dandelion to the Butterfly
  
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• King Arthur on the High Seas
  
• Death of a Fisherman �" Mohsin Fikri R.I.P.
  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Tomas,
Haven't seen you around in some time. But wow, always enjoy reading your work.
This reminds me of old spots here in the U.S. that I used to visit, and how they have unfortunately changed because of what is called "progress."
Even our strip in downtown Carbondale has such a strange look now...I came here in 1968 as an undergrad and the entire place looked and felt so difference. It was rich with atmosphere, as you describe in your poem, and yet, now...there is a third person feel about it.
thanks for your art,
j.

[Red Raven]

As always...deep and enjoyable