Ruth Daly, writer, poet, dreamer is from Athlone. She is currently studying English lit. in NUI Maynooth. She is passionate about poetry, both writing and reading. She believes in the expression of the soul through creativity.
"I took a deep breath and listened to the brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am". SP
‘Can we take the row-boat out today?’
eager and yearning to impress him
with the deep-seated knowledge
she is out of her depth
A cantankerous sigh falls from
his weather beaten lips but
he will not assert his annoyance
The two of them set off for Lough Ree,
her tucked neatly between two thwarts.
She heard many stories about the lake
arousing intrigue and trepidation
He stops the engine
suggesting a swim.
He smells her fear
It spills from the pores of her bony body
He tells her to go first
knowing she will not defy him.
She looks through glassy eyes
as she stands on his swaying row-boat
They hold hands as she carefully manoeuvres
herself into the murky unknown
He lets go of her elongated fingers;
the fingers of a pianist he would later say
She gasps for breath and they stare at one another
through the cold, unadulterated silence
The weeds begin to hug her bones
She reaches for his hand
He steers the boat away from her –
the engine spluttering to life
He moves further away into the distance
The lake swallows her whole
One deep lungful of air
and I'm back there with you,
driving through the
hills of County Clare.
A landscape so vast
it sets the soul free.
Kinvara harbour to our right,
dotted gracefully with
white and blue sail boats,
contented in their surrounding
haven of art; the still waters
granting permission to
stay in hibernation.
We careen for a couple of miles
on the unkempt Irish roads
There it is to our left -
a masterpiece of the skies.
Each piece of scarred limestone
rock fitting perfectly
to make up the puzzle
of the Burren.
Thank you for taking me to
this land where the strength
of the wind carries with it
the essence of spirit.