The Seaweed Lorry

 

The seaweed lorry

How long have I driven a seaweed lorry to Roundstone
past fuchsia and montbretia?
How long has the wife practised acupuncture,
the daughter dried dulse?
You’d wonder as you pitchfork the algae,
watch strips slip off, litter the lane.

They can take their time,
wait their turn to pass,
I have many more journeys in me,
many more days leading hearse and caravan.
They can all take their turn,
why should they pass?

I’ve driven this way too long now to be forced off it,
seen their urgent béasa,
refused to be edged off my bóthar.
There were houses full
– not enough rooms for the children –
before there weren’t children for the rooms.

I’ve seen them all off,
I’ve still gone back for more seaweed.

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Image by Jonathan Wilkins

3 thoughts on “The Seaweed Lorry

  1. Oh wow. This is one I’ll be coming back around to again. I can feel the rhythm of the lines.
    Your recording is a study in patience, the pace is that good.
    Also you have introduced me to a scene I am unfamiliar with, and glad to learn.

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