They might talk about a place
‘Inside Belmullet’
And to tell the truth I couldn’t plainly see
For to me brought up on the English language
Their ‘inside’ was ‘outside’ and by the sea
Belmullet town is small enough
God help us
A church hotel some shops and then the sea
There isn’t much inside
I’ve walked around it
My cousin Hughie had a shop you see
The land beyond the town
They call the Mullet
From Eagle island north
To Blacksod Light
It’s all beyond the town
And so ‘Outside’ it (!)
Come on now
Don’t you see that I am right!
On further reflection
I admit it
I spoke too soon my error I confess
And I’ll explain to you
How great enlightenment
Came floating down on me
And so to rest
All roads to Belmullet
Eastern approaches
The town itself
A neat west coastal spot
And arriving in the town
You may explore it
And tomorrow
For the Mullet you can plot
And tomorrow you will go
INSIDE Belmullet
The town a gateway
To a wonderland
I’ve been myself
On many an occasion
It’s all ‘INSIDE’
And now I understand
Brian Fahy
15 May 2021
Erris Poetry 