That Blue Time

Enda Coyle-Greene

It’s the middle of the night, that blue time 
disquieted by the phone in the hall,
so I don’t move until I have to 
turn and face the worry 

he has put on the car’s back seat 
for weeks to bring to work with him,
and carried home again curling
at the edges like an uneaten lunch.

But what he says makes all the sense 
of hieroglyphics cut into a cave wall 
in Egypt, or an algebraic theorem 
ticked correct only because 

I’d learnt the formula by heart. 
We drive to collect her. She stands
as we are shown into a room that’s bare-
bulbed, fizzed with electricity.

While the village on the hill sleeps 
on through other people’s lives, 
she explains how she’d got lost 
and would have stayed 

lost had the taxi man she’d flagged 
decided otherwise. People are kind, 
in the main, frangible as glass, 
and it is years before 

I need to know this.

Page 39, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117
Issue 117

Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117:

Edited by Vona Groarke

Issue 117 includes new poems from over twenty five poets from Ireland, the UK, the US and elsewhere, along with three new poems by Michael Longley, one of the UK’s foremost contemporary poets. The issue features reviews of more than twenty new poetry collections, including books by Seamus Heaney, Paul Muldoon, Claudia Rankine, Louise Gluck, Eavan Boland, Dennis O’Driscoll and Dermot Healy. Interviews include a feature on photographer, Seamus Murphy, about collaborating with musician and poet PJ Harvey and poet Eliza Griswold on separate publications, as well as an interview with Welsh poet Gwyneth Lewis by Colette Bryce. Colour plates include photography by Seamus Murphy and artwork by Niamh Flanagan.