Gerry Mc Donnell – Three Poems

gerry mcdonnellGERRY MC DONNELL was born and lives in Dublin. He was educated in Trinity College, Dublin where he edited ICARUS, the college literary magazine; and at Dublin City University. He has had four collections of poetry published by Lapwing Publications, Belfast. He has also written for stage, radio and television. His play Making It Home, a two-hander father and son relationship, was first performed at the Crypt Theatre at Dublin Castle in 2001. A radio adaptation of this play was broadcast on RTE Radio 1 in 2008 starring the acclaimed Irish actor David Kelly as the father and Mark Lambert as the son. It has been translated into Breton.


FORSAKEN

The first night without her
I lay on the road
Until a half-drunk couple rescued me.

The second night without her
I scaled the wall of a graveyard
And lay against a headstone muttering.

The third night without her
I lay on our bed, a slab now
With hat, coat and gloves on.

Tonight I will cover myself
Thinking she will slide in beside me.


A DOZEN RED ROSES

He sat on a bench in Huston Station
Holding a conflagration of roses.
Catatonic they said.
Earlier his fiancée introduced him
To her new husband.
It’s a short walk across the bridge
to Swift’s puzzling house.
His hat blew off in a gust.
Did he emerge from his cell-like room
To trust again?
But how could you
Resume anything after that?


THE MISSING

The children of the tribe of Dan
Of the Tuatha De Dannan,
Esther in the middle
The twins David and Michael on either side
And Daniel in front of her
Came to our door
And we closed it on them.
The birds stopped singing
And never sang again.

It’s five to five on a Friday
Close of business:
Stamp the permit for God’s sake!

The children of the tribe of Dan
Of the Tuatha De Dannan
Of Le Marais in Paris
Went to school that morning
Kissed by their mothers.
By lunch time
They were gone
In the thundering trucks
Each child was chained to the other,
Esther in the middle
The twins David and Michael on either side
And Daniel in front of her.
When the silver chains were broken
They became withered people.
The birds stopped singing
And never sang again.

It’s five to five on a Friday
Close of business:
Stamp the permit for the children’s sake!

The children of Abraham
Were buried standing
As were the children of Lir.


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