In the Bath

This poem won 2nd place in the Ballyroan Library Competition 2018.

 

In the Bath

I step in

and skin is scalded

the meniscus crawls up my face

my chest hairs are dancing reeds

my nose rests above the surface like a crocodile

silence is a muffled drum

a piano struck in a distant room

I listen to the slightest flicker of a finger

the shudder of shoulders

I run my hand across my legs and chest

touch is dulled by the water

I come back into the humid air

my eyes full

I speak and set the atoms dancing

Pass

This poem was highly commended in the Ballyroan Library Poetry Competition 2018. The poem makes references to places on the Dingle peninsula.

 

Pass

The air is clenched. Ember smoke guts

from the fireplace. We speak in staccato tones.

An anvil of guilt sits in my stomach

after last nights crossing of words.

For air and time, I drive to Connor Pass.

Fog clouds the road rendering 

my map useless. A stream runs furiously

from Peddler’s Lake, slapping the cliff.

I return home and let the silence

sooth out an apology. You still read

the newspaper, turn it sharply. In my pocket

a compass twirls and twirls in frenzy.