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the port city of Heraklion
bustling with sunshine and birdsong,
a freshly sparkled sea
Dublin airport in the dark,
my lover waiting,
all tousled hair
dawn, grey in drizzle,
a solitary crow
calling from our wintered roof,
the thin music of melancholy.
the memory of my passing,
then discretely lets it fade.
Unwell for days, I spent myself
putting angry clouds in a blameless sky,
but here tonight I gain some peace
beside this shushing sea.
above the groves
through the trees
a small star falls
across the sky.
in the barren season,
quiet now, calm now,
but jagged winter
will not be denied.
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”, will be published later this year by Rebel Poetry.