Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP14 - The Lighthouses by Daragh Breen - Page 16

Amongst the hillocks of rusting metal on the narrow harbour at Rossaveal, waiting for a ferry to the Aran Islands, three elderly Japanese women sit patiently in white wide-brimmed sun hats, they have come to see where the sun sets. The low weeping waves at autumn’s dusk slowly drag their grey manes back towards the lobster pots that the local women’s ghost sons have lowered across the mouths of the inlets. 12