Under the elderly limbs of the neglected once proud sentries lining thoroughfare their bent shapes overgrown with ivy a guard once honoured lines our outbreak.
Our daily jaunt on the dark surface beneath the blue expanse guarding the heavens and cosmic unknown footsteps our thunder break near silence.
At the crossroads there is a storm of clay thrown up from the earth tillage clouds drifting in the wake of potato planting preparations.
A regular dressed in high visibility vest of safety staying 2 metres clear a familiar nod to the ones unfamiliar greetings to the five o’clock ambulator.
Two bodies in constant conversation arms wrapped and lives entwined growing closer with each ten thousand stepping together in our isolation radius.
Ciaran Burke
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Ciaran Burke
Social entrepreneur, horticulturist, educator. Photographer, poet, artist and not a bad cook either!
