Tag: memories
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Stillorgan
Looking at her aura like I’m watching a film in the Stillorgan Ormonde Coming out, orienting finding the tip of Viscount Lord Allen’s Obelisk Walking through Glenalbyn, snapshot memories Old photo album perambulated Shuttered swimming pool where I won my only ever sports medal Once cut my foot getting into the pool on the metal…
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A box of old things
Millennials scrolling mousewheels to squeaking exhaustion Trawling through old photographs No loose hard copies in shoeboxes beneath tossed beds Or kept locked up like anchorites in red Afternoon Tea biscuit tins Name, date and place written on the back in red From moment of penning until dumping upon death unread Jpegs of epochs where I…
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DIFFERENCES
Our great granddad’s flanks lascinated and lacerated by serrated grenade shells in fierce dawn raids Rode fridgelike tanks across perilous muddy embankments which stank of bad meat We stressed about transition year plays, played pranks, GDPR failure quiz and Bebo flashbox Played games, chasing at the wrong age through Ballaly apartments, hairs on the chin…
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Raised Good
I’m a Prince contending with life on an open road, used to glimmering places I have relations in Limerick, mostly Norman, Father and Uncles are Knights of Glin Vast bay windows signal light in, filtered through satin curtains it has the tallow, marshmallow hue of candlelight It makes the favoured brass candelabra to shine like…
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Johnny Martino
Found on the Floor from Wexford Playing in the Lower Deck Magnum Opus, opening for Okus Had a song about Johnny Martino Martini type, Marty Scos life Acted in the Godfather, honour to work with Cappola, third one’s crapola I build cathedrals with my Crayola My life is milk three days over.
Alchemisland 