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Maura McHugh

writing dark visions from the West of Ireland

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Maura McHugh

A writer of prose, comic books, plays, non-fiction and other media, specialising in horror/science fiction.

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'The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dea

'The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.' This quote from J R R Tolkien's The Return of the King came to mind when I saw this lock and chain. I doubt cursed revenants have barred this pass but there is no reason to test that theory... 34/42 #lock #gate #Galway #Ireland

These torch-bearing ladies and their guardian lion

These torch-bearing ladies and their guardian lions have watched visitors arrive to Coole Park for over a century. They have seen literary ladies and mystical men trundle through in carriages pulled by steaming horses, servants and labourers walk past gossiping, and the deliveries of food and goods for the mansion's gay assemblies. They witnessed its slow ebb and its ruin. They observed its revision and the carloads of hiking tourists, eager to walk among its sheltering woods. Stoic and impassive, they will regard new generations and different emergencies before their own slow decline and the ivy overruns them all. 33/42 #Galway #Ireland #CoolePark #statues

The quarter moon slips between the bare chilled br

The quarter moon slips between the bare chilled branches as twilight deepens. The birds quieten and wait. Her silver song is a shivering cymbal of hope, stirring the stars against the darkness. 32/42 #moon #dusk #Galway #Ireland

This rose blush watercolour sky yesterday evening

This rose blush watercolour sky yesterday evening arrested me. What a sight to behold as I returned, cold-cheeked but glowing, from sloshing through muddy trails. #Nature, the supreme artist, humbles me yet again. 31/42 #skies #sunset #Galway #Ireland

I bought a new pair of #wellies recently to stop s

I bought a new pair of #wellies recently to stop some of the hesitation in venturing out in November's off-putting extremes. All the trails near me can become muddy pools that intimidate even the brashest of boots. There's a real satisfaction now of stomping directly down the middle of a mushy path and feeling the squelching beneath my rubberised tread. There may be pool splashing too... If only the difficulties of life would roll off as easily as wet #mud off #wellingtons! 30/42 #Galway #Ireland

At least we can get out to meet a pal for a walk,

At least we can get out to meet a pal for a walk, instead of shared chats over coffee or a pint. But in the #woods the #trees listen to our swapped council and discuss them after we leave. Our lives' dramas are amusing mayfly anecdotes to them. Twitter bursts of love and loss compared to their elongated narrative. 29/42 #forest #Galway #Ireland

#Birds like to flaunt their freedom. But I don't b

#Birds like to flaunt their freedom. But I don't begrudge their clear sky playground and aerial stunts. Their freestyling joy lifts the spirits. 28/42 #skies #Ireland #Galway

Monstra shadows on the floor. My runaway monstera

Monstra shadows on the floor. My runaway monstera deliciosa is taking over my hallway but I don't mind. Zelda is a beauty and she casts such cool shade I don't mind the big personality. I will have to propagate a cutting soon, or she might just supPlant the room. 27/42 #plants #monstra #houseplants #shadows

A version of a Sloe Gin Fizz, made by my husband w

A version of a Sloe Gin Fizz, made by my husband with what was available, and enjoyed by me last night. This was one of the first cocktails I liked when I lived in New York. That magnificently mad city! What great memories and friends I forged there. Cheers to the Big Apple from the small shamrock. 26/42 #cocktails

You can't strangle a rock. Over time the choking v

You can't strangle a rock. Over time the choking vine withers and the stalwarth stone persists. 25/42 #stone #nature

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