I was driving home to Tramore from Waterford City (8 miles) this morning along a road that is beyond familiar to me and one that is steeped in memories, presentness, and probable tomorrows.
All the years, six abandoned cottages have caught my eye but I jumped to attention in the last few days as there seems to be a lot of ‘clearing’ going on which makes me fear that there will be gaps where once there were places that made me ponder and wonder.
So, I took the time today to stop and take photographs of these reminders of times past.
The fact that it is National Poetry Day was another thought that was very much on my mind and I found myself re-visiting Michael Coady’s poem, Letting Go, which I wrote about a while back.
Here it is again:
Letting GoI love the abandon of abandoned things the harmonium surrendering in a churchyard in Aherlow, the hearse resigned to nettles behind a pub in Carna, the tin dancehall possessed by convolvulus in Kerry, the living room that hosts a tree in south Kilkenny. I sense a rapture in deserted things washed-out circus posters derelict on gables, lush forgotten sidings of country railway stations, bat droppings profilgate on pew and font and lectern, the wedding dress a dog has nosed from a dustbin. I love the openness of things no longer viable, I sense their shameless slow unbuttoning; the implicit nakedness there for the taking, the surrender to the dance of breaking and creating. (Michael Coady: from 20th Century Irish Poems selected by Michael Longley, 2002, Faber and Faber)