Field Trip
Abercregan 1991
Even the river is dark . . .
sun only gains entry through trees
makes copper faces
that turn as I wade.
My net brushes tendrils
from transparent cheekbones
water framing each elegant pose:
I want to put these girls on the wall
give myself something to emulate
but I’m searching for creatures
beyond the glow
pond-skaters, backswimmers . . .
water boatmen always look
like they’re dressed for dinner
and here’s me in expanding waterproofs
catching more ripples than pond life
letting it swim away.
K. S. Moore was chosen for this year’s Poetry Ireland Introductions and placed third in The Waterford Poetry Prize (2020). Her work has recently been published by Arachne Press, Broken Sleep, Green Ink Poetry, Skylight 47 and The Honest Ulsterman. Website: ksmoore.com Twitter / Facebook / Instagram: @ksmoorepoet