Where We Take It
Nearly hit a porcupine last night
but I was thirty-ish safe on the straight lanes
and the wind fierced me quiet in the swerve.
I’d found our road, which surprised you.
Dark was dark, and the trees were sleeping.
Earlier, you had imagined mafia making rough in a Camaro
and I was liking the open road less and less.
I took on the threat, gave it an engine, wondered where next.
The town shunted its hull lakeside,
a harbourmaster’s bottled shout.
The rain was warm. No need to change
our clothes or even run
for cover.
So we stayed the same
just as the day started.
Poetry Ireland Review Issue 119:
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.