Poem by Michael Corrigan (Ireland)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 43
Short notes from a heatwave.
The furnace blast of a new forged sun
withering breathless everything in its path,
Cool colours of dusk, deeply pronounced in purple
as yellow lamps are lit
along the sandstone crest,
vast night sky a velvet throw
pickled with a billion stilling stars.
Lemons, tart from a tree below the terrace,
cut paper thin across ice crushed,
then splashed with rum
frozen in the bottle,
dark, sweet, delicious,
Laughter rising under the moon
beside a shushing sea.
Mick Corrigan has been writing for years and has been published in a range of periodicals, anthologies, magazines and on-line journals. He is in his fifties (at least he thinks they’re his fifties, they could be someone else’s), and lives in County Kildare with Trish his lifer, Molly the talking wonder dog and Ben the far too clever collie. He divides his time equally between the islands of Ireland and Crete and the vast open space in the back of his head. His first collection, “Deep Fried Unicorn”, has just been published by Rebel Poetry Ireland.
Image: "Delicious Bites: Lemon Meringue Tarts" by decor8 holly.