Sunday, July 10, 2016

Moyra Donaldson - Fever: Galway City #5


Fever: Galway City

 

Festival streets are drumming juggling heaving,
 
the rain is coming down warm
 
and I am transparent.

I dose myself on tequila
retire back to the B&B -
The Mystical Rose -
with satellite T.V.

 where I sweat through the dark.
Salty night pools gather
between my breasts,
in the dip of my belly.

By first light
 
I am a delta, a river mouth
 
where oysters and green lipped mussels sip.

 

 

 
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2 comments:

  1. Efi HatzimanolisJuly 10, 2016 at 11:25 AM

    the last three lines are just perfect in the way they pull the poem together. And my memories of the west coast, Galway and also specifically the Aran islands are mussel memories! (Mussels everywhere on the coastline of the main island.) Thanks!

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  2. Lizz Murphy PoetJuly 10, 2016 at 1:23 PM

    I great picture of Galway and festival time - atmospheric

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