There are things we used to do
like drift under autumn’s bright occasion,
how death comes in a thousand colours,
a single crushed reminder.
The air sharpens, tickles where neck
and shoulder meet, loosening a bolt of shivers.
The morning’s risen, the mile-long stream
of traffic into town a slow-moving
dream in which drivers contemplate
their lives, unable to lift their heads
in the direction of the park where a colonnade
of oaks breaks sunlight into bars
and flycatchers breakfast on the wing.
The memory of that morning
will come back when, for reasons
better known to yourself, you stepped out
of the car like a movie star, an accuracy
flooding in the margins, a warmth
rising in the blood; all of your futures
suddenly jabbering in unison.
Poetry Ireland Review Issue 117:
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.