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.

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