By Treasa Nealon
we went chasing a comet
down the black country roads
taking tight turns
narrowly avoiding ditches
until we came to the end
of rolling grey tarmac
runners stuffed with socks
bare toes clenching the sand
damp and unyielding
then the shock of it
the scatter of sharp shards
from the sea blessing us
we come home
longing
Treasa Nealon is a writer, playwright and theatre maker from Leitrim, Ireland. She has had work published in Saving Daylight Magazine, Thimble Literary Journal and Free the Verse.
She has had several plays produced in Ireland and the UK. She is currently a participant of Irish Theatre Institute’s Six in the Virtual Attic Artists Supports Programme.

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