The Lost Roads of South Meath!

 The Lost Roads of South Meath!

This was one of the poems I recorded for the SiarScéal Festival 2020 (Frank Fahy) but I had to delete the title and credits in order to get an upload to the blog. Too much data or something. Hope you enjoy. Will get back tomorrow with the text of the poem. I recorded a number of videos for The Meath Writers' Circle back about 2012 but this is the first since then. We were going to bring out a recording of some of the members back then but events as they say...events. 

The Lost Roads of South Meath

Boreens

They called 'em

Back roads.

Turning in on themselves

Merging

Between hedgerows

And red tin roofs.

The roads less

Travelled.

And the odd tourist

Taking the shortcut

Advised to go back

By a man making hurlies.

To a sign that said

Kill something or other

Pointing out in the fields

Of buttercups and dandelions

Blowing in the wind

And not a bog

For miles.

The afternoons spent

Nursing the Pint

Or a crossword

In grocery bars.

Stills battered out the back

And an insurance man

Selling clothes pegs,

The company 

Of a collie dog.

And there was any

God's amount

Of time.

Frank Murphy