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More Literary Orphans from the Poetry Ireland Forum 04/11/2013

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More poems rescued from the soon to be deleted Poetry Ireland Forum. These two were later published.

More poems rescued from the soon to be deleted Poetry Ireland Forum. These two were later published.

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  • 1. More Literary Orphans from the Poetry Ireland Forum  04/11/2013 My Tree at Night from a Different Window 1. The Second Floor. From here she begins where two ropes are lashed to diverging trunks making washing lines for linens above my riot of weeds. She ascends to an atrophied branch finished in a dragonhead, from thence to those pinnacle twigs holding their leaves up and away from the drowned soil. Her root burrows 'aneath this language of stone and brick which forms my room. I know her seasons of glory and of work. 2. An adjoining room at 3am. But I must confess that she is a different animal at 3am, a static silhouette encumbered by breeze. No more the warm bodies of tits flock to choir, No more the majestic wood pigeon haunts her glossy corridors. Ach! She is become a dark museum Sometimes bearing a wind­wrought shadow. Her life defeated, she is existent. [This is related to another called 'Transubstantiate' ­ which is also about the tree... I study it when i cannot write and thus it's in about ten poems. I have tangled with t'other one for months and it's still s***e ­ ] soto voce... I like looking at trees in this crazy world ;­)
  • 2. More Literary Orphans from the Poetry Ireland Forum  04/11/2013 Bridie Is on Her Way To Prayer, Past the purple bells that grace the wall They will not be still ­ Raising their arms to the breeze That blows in from the mountain. [its a Bofara/Croagh Patrick 'Descent' cycle, there are Three inter­related pomes to this one..]

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