through leaf-light that feels both present and antique

February 21, 2021


The path from the beach towards their home led the girls through the forest. Now, by the same path, I follow, through leaf-light that feels both present and antique…I pause under gnarled oaks and beech trees, my heart fluttering like a bird. A tree has stumbled over, storm-blown. Embedded within its toppled tangle of root and soil are the remains of an old wall, and within that tangle is a door. It must have been swallowed by decades of the tree’s growth, only to be exposed again by its fall. To scramble through, I would have to press my body close to that damp earth. I do.

Doireann Ní Ghríofa
A Ghost In The Throat

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