Deirdre Daly lives and teaches in Dublin, Ireland. She studied English Literature in University College Dublin. She is currently working on her first collection of poems.
On her granular bed, she lies petrified
belly swollen, arms stiffened in surrender.
Lulled by the listless sea, her pride
swept away by the crying of gulls.
So far from where she started, cracked
bones splinter in the midday sun.
Sinuous strata swirl, veins slacked
with tarry oil and old faults unspoken.
The sunken twilight glass refracts
the sculpted beauty of her wrack,
Her brittle gaze holds amidst the fall
of sand dunes and these bedroom walls.
My love sings soft in September sun.
In the orchard she sits, head askance, strands stirring.
Amongst whispering grass and boughs full heavy,
apple cheeks puffed and blushed.
Pages spindle, words tumble, to the gentle thud
of heels on wood. Leaves scatter sunlight in her hair.
Eyelids flutter, slowly she sighs, to a low-key lullaby.
Dreams unfold in the sweet autumn air.
© 2018 Deirdre Daly