Allison Long is from Virginia and holds a M.A. in Writing from NUI Galway.
She writes fiction and poetry and contributes book reviews to her local newspaper.
She currently lives in Newport, Virginia.
Two poems by Allison Long
blue eyes
and still you insist
something other
blue eyes
and still you see
nothing else
blue eyes
and still you declare
unremarkable
blue eyes
and still you crave
deeper meaning
blue eyes
and still you demand
better
blue eyes
and still you can’t
love me
just me and that blue.
me.
the girl you promised
everything
and yet nothing at all
that blue
you know the one
mine
and no one else
me.
who waited for you
waited
and kept waiting
that blue
the type you find
never
except that once
me.
the one you didn’t
want
but you needed
that blue was me.
you.
that broke the pattern
shattered
into tiny blue china
Epitaph
I would not know your face
though it hovers in the corner
of my left eye in fragments of memory
closing in where the pain is sharpest
did I meet your mother?
were we holding hands?
that story- it was about you.
you leapt from my first story window
to watch the fireworks and when
it rained, your body was a dark silhouette
against the smoke and steel and sky
you never came home
though I’m sure you were there
while I slept
Did we love each other?
Were your eyes green or were mine?
The Galway Review 