Laura Creedon is a PhD researcher in University College Cork, studying the construction and later translation of masculinity in Old English poetry. She has been published in The Unfinished Book of Poetry and Praxis Magazine. Though her focus up until recently has been on academic work, she has never stopped writing poetry and (most importantly) building a collection of the incredible work of past and present Irish poets.
Where We Were
Urgency in hands, in mouths,
Unafraid for a moment of what we were supposed to be, we sank into her student-share couch;
out of bounds, eyes glazed.
Your fret-strong hands controlled our tremor and you moved me like I was yours.
The sun rose at 6:30 and we rose with it, watching it cast its guilt-ridden glow upon the River
Lee before we headed south to safety.
South Main Street meets Tuckey Street in the spot where our weakness found its crib.
Letting pints of plain wash over us as thick smoke billowed out of our fireplace to fill the
timeworn pub with aromas of home.
Heaney would have carved himself upon my downs; but you set them alight.
Cigarette breath and kisses like shot silk inhale my greedy bod
And from the comfortable mess of your attic-room bed, a wonderful silence cradles easy
smiles and love-bitten lips.
In stillness and in laughter you are an experience.
Your silver tongue and keg-room arms dissolve my apprehension; and I still smile when I
think about Farmers Cross.
Just friends, we said, as you introduced me as your former colleague.
Tongue in cheek, hand in hand.
To be slow with you is so much more exhilarating than the speed that came before North
Main Street changed our pace.
I’ll look for you ‘round Castle Street and beam as eye meets eye; grin to grin.
“I love you”, I said, and pulled you in.
© 2018 Laura Creedon