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Gene Barry 

A Marriage

 

 

 

His love never spoke with words.

He would lift her hair and soak it

sponge it down and kiss her neck without touch;

hold her pain in his hiding.

He would dray-horse-toil to points

where words took their own lives

stomachs upset themselves and hearts,

hearts would suffocate themselves.

 

Her love lay forever in a worthless chasm.

She had no doorjamb to rest an ear against,

no dreaming wake-up-moment to ferment

into the relief of answered questions,

nothing to mop the piercing sorrow

of unplanned unborn children who

waited for years in queues of sorrow

dowsing their rivers of life into death.

 

Just give them a corner to park their love,

a back seat to shuffle on, in semi-private,

a cellar to store the growing mountain

of unforgiving unfinished business,

a theatre of dreams where the aftermath

of generations would amputate themselves,

and a Blarney stone to chew on sothat

wordscould find a home and embrace them.

 

They once made love, she thinks.

Once, he almost called her darling.

Letter from your Hummingbird

 

 

 

My darling,

for now

I will downstroke,

retire migrations as

my figure eights are no more;

gone south you could say.

 

Here there are no continents,

seasons have melted into one

and I have new beds to make Paula,

futures to construct,

childhoods to sow.

 

I’ve build this house for you,

attrition filters installed,

only white cars in the drive and

a room where ceremonies

dance all nights and days,

teaching sorrow the steps of laughter,

pain the rhythm of closure.

 

Healing is readily on tap,

bereavement fills every grate,

and safety, safety

blankets every bed

and ambush has run into retirement.

 

Love is hungry Kieran, not trodden

and on this farm you and I

will reap our past,

chew the cud

of missed opportunities,

swing and slide into

resurrected childhood parties

and graduations.

 

After all, it’s only a long wait.

 

Gene Barry is an Irish Poet, Art Therapist and a practicing Psychotherapist. He has been published widely both at home and internationally and his poems have been translated into Arabic, Irish and Italian.

 

Barry is founder of the Blackwater Poetry group that meet weekly in various venues throughout North Cork, Ireland and administers the world famous Facebook Blackwater Poetry Group. As an art therapist using the medium of poetry, Gene has worked in hospitals, primary and secondary schools, NA, Youthreach, with retired people’s groups, AA, asylum seekers and with numerous poetry groups.

 

He has read in Australia, the US, the Caribbean, Holland, England, Scotland, England, and Belgium and as the guest poem at numerous Irish poetry venues. In 2007 Gene read at the Patrick Kavanagh Celebration in Dublin.

 

Barry’s chapbook No Family Tree was published by Rebel Poetry in 2008 and in 2013 his collection Unfinished Business was published by Doghouse Books. In 2010 Gene was editor of the anthology Silent Voices, a collection of poems written by asylum seekers living in Ireland. Gene is presently editing his third collection.

 

He additionally edited the anthologies Remembering the Present in May 2012, Inclusion and The Blue Max Review 2012, 2013 and 2014 editions for Rebel Poetry. Barry is also founder and chairman of the Fermoy International Poetry Festival.

 

He is presently editing The Day the Mirror Called and Fathers and what must be said and is currently featured in the Poetry Salzburg Review.