Poem

So long between visits

And then you arrived

Standing quiet before us

The fair one

The dark one

The sweet melancholy

The one with the temper

Adventurous souls, all

Together at last

So let us call greetings

Whenever we pass

Kindred souls

And remember each other

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Wind off the Bay to take one’s breath
As passing women speak of death

Brief lecture at the Market stall
Has left two people feeling small

Lone expat watches, with a shiver,
Pure white swans on Middle River

On Sea Road, a shambling clown
Enormous, ancient, lips turned down

In defiance of the chill
Dwarf daffodils light Taylor’s Hill

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Perhaps I cannot move
To you
I stand immobile
Let you handle me
Endure your weight upon my unseen parts

Strange how my stillness
Fools you

Watching you decline, I grow
If nature triumphs in the end
Then I will overtake you, slowly
And I may
Outlive you

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Angela Joyce

Angela Joyce

A Californian/Galwegian who is often seen talking to cats and trees.