Moyra Donaldson - Rathmullan and back # 18

Rathmullan and back via Letterkenny

On the way out, we are accompanied by

a crippled connemara pony, a shotgun,

and a tiny nebulous foetus, no bigger

than a heartbeat. On the way back

they’ve been joined by a honeymoon hotel,

a dead pug and a teenage girl with a bottle

of blue WKD. They float and rattle along

behind us like balloons and tin cans

tied to the back bumper of a wedding car.