The complete 27-minute film comprises 24 numbered sections, and may be viewed as a sequence of separate, interlocking filmpoems with recurring motifs.
For this winter, I have broken up the film into 24 parts and will be posting them day by day as we approach the winter solstice, in the style of an advent calendar. Each one is between 45 and 90 seconds each. So start your day with a few drops of imagery …
Here is the thirteenth film poem, Ennistymon
Ennistymon, Co Clare
The town cascades roar like
the mouth of Triton behind
the street of old shop fronts.
As the bus rolls up to the stop
we shuffle forward like zombies.
The top deck fills from the rear,
and the bus lurches into motion
like a drunk from his seat and
simmers through town, breathing
on its air brakes till the hard turn
to the coast road and the stop
beyond the bridge, the sharp rills
of wind across rain water collecting
on the roof of the shelter.