If you are going to Kilgalligan
You are not going anywhere
You are at your destination landed there
For land abruptly terminates
You are looking at the sea
And from a height westward
Everlastingly
Ancient place among the tombs
Ancient fort was there
All the fields blessed with names
So locals know just where
This their own big city
Living by land’s end
Blanketed in sea mist
Mysteries no end
Beautiful horizons
Cliffs and stunning sea
Mayo’s north-west corner
Sheer finality
Bays and sandy inlets
Creation at its best
Home to hardy people
The west o yes
The west
Brian Fahy
23 October 2021
Erris Poetry 