I am sinking too far from the inch-high lighthouse
\nsweeping Malin Head with its tiny beam.<\/p>\n
This boat is scuppered, to be terribly frank.
\nIt\u2019s lit up by lightning<\/p>\n
just beyond the box grey of Banba\u2019s Crown.
\nWild spray like eiderdown<\/p>\n
rat-a-tats the teak helm wheel
\nas I straddle the extended bowsprit\u2019s jibboom\u2014<\/p>\n
anthracite then white in the Morse light.
\nThe weird sea fondles the fo\u2019c\u2019sle<\/p>\n
as mackerel canoodle in the black-green soup
\nlike reverse jackdaws leaked beyond their clattering<\/p>\n
and silenced by thunder. From the shore
\nyou might see my whale oil lamp<\/p>\n
dance on the horizon; its small, yellow fire
\nwoofed higher as the stern slips under.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Do you remember the time I laughed at your dream? My hand on your leg
\n as you curled, a nervous driver, towards the plastic dash
\nand drove too fast at the line of hills separating the North from the South.
\n It\u2019s about here, every time, that the cummerbund M1 from Dublin<\/p>\n
births lemon Caution! Deer!<\/em> signs and snaps into a mountain, which in turn into fields and the fields squat into rocks and the rocks hoof into a mountain. remember you said your dad was wearing your socks when he shot your dog; The Shipping Forecast I am sinking too far from the inch-high lighthouse sweeping Malin Head with its tiny beam. This boat is scuppered, to be terribly frank. It\u2019s lit up by lightning just beyond the box grey of Banba\u2019s Crown. Wild spray like eiderdown rat-a-tats the teak helm wheel as I straddle the extended bowsprit\u2019s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":222,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[346,349],"tags":[350],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\n erupts like a Coke float into the oak-flanked road to Belfast.
\nI always hope to catch the moment of transformation around some bend
\n in the road\u2013beyond some wood where the hedges split<\/p>\n
\n You were gripping the wheel with the sincere-but-distant expression
\nof someone listening to an earnest apology they can only partially hear
\n and I was watching for when the road turned into a mountain. Do you<\/p>\n
\n I laughed because I only heard the first bit, and realised too late
\nthat the peaks had already woofed up from nowhere. Were you watching?
\n I complained, scanning the sudden valley. We missed it again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"