On Inishmore by Barbara E. Hunt

Poem title: On Inishmore

Poet name: Barbara E. Hunt

Poem: Consider this: to be

careening down rain-slick roads

an earful of Thomas/ tattle

warm enough to ward off squalling.


And doesn’t he blather on, how

with only thirty sheep, they barter wool

for the island; boat in sleek stone

for those posh homes since thatch


and rubble fell from favour

although that three by ten mile

swath is still bisected by seven thousand

miles of dry-stacked runs. Where spuds


are swapped for turf from offshore

with trees too sparse for firewood.

Where eight hundred Araners warehouse

two hundred goats – somewhere – just


so the kids can’t skip out on supplying

goods for famous curd. Life used to be

dead simple. No winter to speak of

November to April, begrudging a hardy frost.


These days bread and butter’s earned

by carting the curious past potato plots

and lephrechaun houses and gravestones

silent as the Seven Churches’ yard.

End of poem.

Credits and bio: Copyright © Barbara E. Hunt

Barbara E. Hunt has publications across North America, the U.K., Europe and Australia to her credit; current writings (free) on WATTPAD and kudos for Devotions (a colouring/poetry book, 2017), winning the Calgary Poetry Contest (2019) and inclusion in Worth More Standing (poetry anthology about trees, Caitlin Press, 2022). She has a forthcoming climate-change collection due later in the year titled Rowing Across the North Atlantic.