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summer 2013 207

I thought I had come upon a painting as I rounded the corner and  the skies cleared.  The old boat on it’s last legs making a poignant picture and a good place to shelter too from the unexpected shower (When cycling in the west of Ireland, it’s always a good idea to keep an eye out for such places )



keeled over

on your knees

your days are done

you wait resigned

(as I wait out the passing shower)

for rust and rot

not an easy death

do you miss the water lapping at your bow?

but look how the sky is overhead

Monet! you could have painted this.


you touched the ancient beams in sympathy

and I shelter by your side

waiting for the rain to clear