Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
KILKENNY LONDONER
by
Dublin, Ireland
Where the perspective of contracting days
Meets the nightshift's infinite spaces, you
Enter, Paschal, treading the rhythm of greys
Like a puppet twitched on tiptoe, head askew.
Soon your mask, that night hours have embroidered
With silent art, greets me, an Irish friend;
A mirror-vision not to be avoided
By watching girls tube-packed for the West End.
'Good morning' you'll sigh as you depart at six
To guard some meshed courtyard all night, interned
In black Kilkenny marble thoughts; your nod's
Jaunty twist my London child's eyes first learned
On Limerick roads, where the Angelus would fix
Other marionettes held still by tired gods.
Added: 22.04.2010
06.05.2010
Lovely flow; effortless use of imagery - i'd immediately buy a full collection by an unknown author based on reading this one poem. quality!
07.05.2010
Difficult to understand.
10.05.2010
particularly liked the 'tube-packed' girls