Leaving Cert Notes

Notes and Anki Decks for the Leaving Cert

Buying Winkles by Paula Meehan

My mother would spare me sixpence and say,
‘Hurry up now and don’t be talking to strange
men on the way.’ I’d dash from the ghosts
on the stairs where the bulb had blown
out into Gardiner Street, all relief.
A bonus if the moon was in the strip of sky
between the tall houses, or stars out,
but even in rain I was happy – the winkles
would be wet and glisten blue like little
night skies themselves. I’d hold the tanner tight
and jump every crack in the pavement,
I’d wave up to women at sills or those
lingering in doorways and weave a glad path through
men heading out for the night.

She’d be sitting outside the Rosebowl Bar
on an orange-crate, a pram loaded
with pails of winkles before her.
When the bar doors swung open they’d leak
the smell of men together with drink
and I’d see light in golden mirrors.
I envied each soul in the hot interior.

I’d ask her again to show me the right way
to do it. She’d take a pin from her shawl –
‘Open the eyelid. So. Stick it in
till you feel a grip, then slither him out.
Gently, mind.’ The sweetest extra winkle
that brought the sea to me.
‘Tell yer Ma I picked them fresh this morning.’

I’d bear the newspaper twists
bulging fat with winkles
proudly home, like torches.

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