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SOM (A Thursday,1987 / Tiobraid Arann)

Thaw

Poem By Seán O Muiríosa

I want to see a thaw, a drip, drip, drip on the morning leaves,
Rain writing on the window panes, a life-story of falling.
I want to see whiteness turn clear again
Until the road is a stretching liquid mirror,
A cracking one, but any will do.
Momentarily,
I want colour.

I can't bear to cast my eyes upon more hardness,
The rockiness of the fields on the way to school,
The hills of my homeland white like sleeping polar bears.
I want them to awaken with raw vigour.
Attack the landscape in the way I know they can.
Momentarily,
I want colour.

This whiteness all around is one I'd warmly welcome, usually,
But this frost, this frost, it’s rubbing off. I can do nothing.
I'll welcome you back, dear whiteness, in December’s fervent glow.
I'll watch and feast my eyes upon you without this weary natter.
For now, I just want mirrors on the roads, mirrors that shatter.
Just momentarily,
I want colour.

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Comments (3)

Oh Oh Oh. Beautiful. Even if one couldn't relate with the so sweet subject matter, its just constructed so well, and the imagery is beautiful. Regards Lauren
Yes... very nice, Sean... I like it. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. dan
This is very poetic and the first stanza is particuarly beautiful.


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