Poem Two: The Cleaheen Road

The second poem in the series begins high up on the lime plaster wall above the staircase. It's about a road that links Carrick-on-Shannon to Cootehall, the village I live in. It's a narrow, windy road that follows the Boyle River as it moves into the Shannon. A beautiful road, the one that I rode my bicycle on years ago, and convinced me to move here. The edge of the poem mimics the road.