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  • Patricia Walsh


Twisted around a cautious allegory

Meaning nothing, complicated at zero

Burning darlings, attenuated to a fibre

Listening to Elvis not an afterthought.

Slow pints become the demeanour of the day

Depressed afterburn on the mantel-piece

Advertising disgrace in one’s own time

Handling danger like a rigid grenade.

Enslaved flowers dot the mediocre table

Counted to embrace the local tealights

Games for killing time associate fast

Fashionable decorum shining in shadows

In time for the soundcheck, pre-emptive strike

Kissing on the quiet a perfect gesture

Contributing to a reward, stream of unconsciousness

Latest song rehearsed to a higher beauty.

Loudspeaker democracy commands attention

Selling favours for keepsakes, authentic fire

Skirting around boards a trite dissolution

Happy nonetheless, service where it is due.

Formulaic requests, boiled down to nutrition

Waxen sculptures reflect on a broken eye

Otherwise duties stalled for the moment

Illuminated beer-mats twist for entertainment.

About Patricia Walsh:

Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland.  She has previously published a range of poetry in publications across Ireland, the UK, and the US, and one collection of poetry, Continuity Errors, with Lapwing, and two novels, The Quest For Lost Éire, and In The Days of Ford Cortina, in 2013 and 2021 respectively.  She lives in Cork City. A further novel, Hell for Beginners, is scheduled for release in 2024.

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