Wednesday, 6 June 2012

The Ideal Preparation For Life

To sleep away a childhood
thumb in mouth, gaunt eyed;                    

to learn to look without seeing
because to let the images close in

like flies around a dry mouth
who sense the coming death,             

is to push infected fingers
into a clean lesion

or to cry into the haemorrhaging gap
and meet your own voice coming back.

© Deirdre Cartmill

With food prices escalating, the G8 has to deliver on its plan for Africa

Deirdre Cartmill’s debut poetry collection Midnight Solo was published by Lagan Press in 2004 and her second collection The Return of the Buffalo will be published in 2012.

2 comments:

  1. A powerful expression of pain and brokenness. Your images add up to a growth of emotion. Loneliness throughout, but at least there is the act of an audible and echoed back voice at the end. Quite a sad reality that this is the way so many of us go in life.

    Wishing you a good Rally, you may find my entry at:
    http://elainedanforth.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/fall-into-anticipation/

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