Monday, 27 May 2013

The Uprising

At the poets reading people sit,
read the paper before she begins.

They read about portraits;
the unflattering portrait of
a pregnant princess and the
true portrait of a dead sir
with a catalogue of crimes.

There is a revolt against both.

These portraits are unearthed
in the museums downstairs
lecture hall. Upstairs the works
of Irish artists sleep where we
would have sat if the reading
had not been oversubscribed.

There is an uprising in poetry today.

We wait to hear the poet’s
observations of events, flukes
weaved through stories lit, licked
and spoken. Truths or half-truths;
we have no way of knowing.

The poet draws us, reaches us
somewhere. She speaks of birth, death,
things that come between the two.
I scan the sea of bobbing brunettes
and peppered brunettes; wonder
about the absence of bookish blondes.

When the poet reads we celebrate
her cleverness, and our own,
for being the types to travel to
lecture halls on Saturday afternoons
off and that we are inside when

riots are lighting ‘round Belfast city.

© Kelly Creighton

Belfast: It's not just about the flag

Kelly Creighton has work in Wordlegs, The Ranfurly Review, A New Ulster, Electric Windmill Press and numerous other publications. Kelly has an historical fiction novel.

2 comments:

  1. Great read and write :) Maire

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  2. Kelly Creighton27 May 2013 at 14:35

    Thank you Maire
    Glad you liked it
    Kelly :-)

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