Today’s choice

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Katherine Duffy

 

 

 

Wake
(Leaving Amorgos, Greece)

The ferry pushes the sea,
forces a long, white reply
that speaks of where we’ve been –

a hulk of rock, a prison
in the time of the Colonels,
now a place of painted chairs,

fairy lights. I lean over,
try to read the disarranged water,
the sea in dark mode.

I count the times we’ve
come and gone. More
behind us now than before.

We sail on, past other islands
brothers gently sleeping.
The white scroll

reaches back,

undoes itself.

 

 

Katherine Duffy lives in Dublin. Her poems have appeared in many publications, including Poetry Ireland Review, Crannóg, The Interpreter’s House, etc. She has published collections with The Dedalus Press (Ireland) and in 2018 a pamphlet with Templar Poetry.

Bel Wallace

      Interior My dear, I washed you out of my sheets. And now I sleep softly in them. My dreams are sweet and free. I opened the windows to air out your smoke. I liked it for a while, how it held the past in its wispy fingers. I emptied your cigarette...

Martin Fisher

Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold.
Forgotten service–obsolete.
Salt-coin neglect.

The money flowed inland,
Moored on an hourglass choke.
No one told the sea.