Dancing at the Crossroads

As we come the next major junction you’ll see on the right three figures dancing on stilts, a sculpture by ????. Carrickmacross In olden times the crossroads was a gathering place for the young people. There were dances, singing, pitching marbles and jumping and throwing weights at the crossroads. A fire was always lit long ago at the crossroads on bonfire night. Collected by Marcella Loughran aged 12 from Patrick Loughran aged 81 [born 1859]. Both of Cavanaguillagh, Co. Monaghan. Come Dance with Kitty Stobling

No, no, no, I know I was not important as I moved Through the colourful country, I was but a single Item in the picture, the name, not the beloved. O tedious man with whom no gods commingle. Beauty, who has described beauty? Once upon a time I had a myth that was a lie but it served: Trees walking across the crest of hills and my rhyme Cavorting on mile-high stilts and the unnerved Crowds looking up with terror in their rational faces. O dance with Kitty Stobling I outrageously Cried out-of-sense to them, while their timorous paces Stumbled behind Jove's page boy paging me. I had a very pleasant journey, thank you sincerely For giving me my madness back, or nearly. -Patrick Kavanagh