Bray is the smell of seaweed

Yellow furze

Mountain air

Fish and chips

Like an old deck-chair

Worn and faded by the sun

It has seen better days

 

A huge drop of water in the sea

 

Like liberty to a prisoner

Long deprived of the sight of the night sky

 

Bray is

Nanny’s old pine kitchen table

Six knobbly chairs

 

Bray is Pride and Prejudice

Two halves of the same town

Big and little

Two squabbling sisters

 

A dark blue velvet cloak is also Bray

Soft and fluid

As it spreads itself over its inhabitants

 

Group poem by

Elis Taves

Nicola O’Toole

Patricia Berkery

Maria Hyland Casey

Josephine Nolan

Caroline Bracken

Anne Harding