A last burst of sun lights the water.
She sits by the bridge, dreaming:
This same town. The grid of streets.
The cornstores louring over the quay.
The Fair Day crush.
Bathing machines wheeled into the tide.
Inland farmers, after the harvest, taking the seawater.
The abbey on its promontory.
The strand, divided for chaste bathing.
The long house with its gardens,
Where she first noticed how colours interplay;
And light, falling through leaves,
Strews the ground with gold doubloons.
Miss Purser Revisits Dungarvan is from Pádraig J Daly’s most recent collection, Glimpsing More (Scotus Press)
She sits by the bridge, dreaming:
This same town. The grid of streets.
The cornstores louring over the quay.
The Fair Day crush.
Bathing machines wheeled into the tide.
Inland farmers, after the harvest, taking the seawater.
The abbey on its promontory.
The strand, divided for chaste bathing.
The long house with its gardens,
Where she first noticed how colours interplay;
And light, falling through leaves,
Strews the ground with gold doubloons.
Miss Purser Revisits Dungarvan is from Pádraig J Daly’s most recent collection, Glimpsing More (Scotus Press)
