Blue Dark

David McLoghlin
I think I have seen it repeated: someone 
silhouetted, as if climbing a line, 
rising slowly. When he broaches the surface 
he starts to die – his colours gasping 
on the scumming pan of the concrete
some crowded day at the beach. There is
always that ocean. All I give him is the swarm 
and bloom of algae in The Narrows: 
not enough oxygen. There is another sea
when I go into the thicket 
of an hour without guilt or kinship,
to be able to come back like someone 
walking out of water. Albatrosses rise 
to 10,000 feet, cock their wings, and glide 
until the sound of spray wakes them. 
When I am there, silence can open
like a sea rose, billowing. He goes down the ladder 
of blue-dark, coming to rest on the substrate
where there is another kind of breathing.
Page 18, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 119
Issue 119

Poetry Ireland Review Issue 119:

Edited by Vona Groarke

Poetry Ireland Review Issue 119 includes new poems by 48 poets including Frank Ormsby, John Kinsella, Rachel Coventry, Aifric Mac Aodha, Gerald Dawe, Alice Miller and Claire Potter. Also included are translations by Richard Begbie and Kirsten Lodge, an essay on Bishop, Lowell, Heaney and Grennan by David McLoghlin, and reviews of Paul Muldoon, Paul Durcan, Sarah Clancy, Medbh McGuckian, Kate Tempest, George the Poet, and many more. The issue also features photography by Hugh O'Conor, Dominic Turner, Sheila McSweeney, Fergus Bourke and John Minihan.