Aoife Reilly – Three Poems

aoife reading at the crane,gaillimh (1)Aoife Reilly is a teacher and psychotherapist living in Galway. She attends poetry workshops at the Galway Arts Centre. Her poems have been published in Crannóg, Skylight 47, The Lake, Message in a Bottle(upcoming) and Poethead. She was recently shortlisted for the Doolin Poetry Prize.


Dear trusting self

May you remember the skylark
who does not psycho-analyse
his song and trills, or try work out
how his tune impacts his kin.
He will sing before it leaves his mouth
just for the sake of it.
Take a long drink of wild winged medicine
you will know honesty as the plants do
be saved by the consistency of perfumed hawthorn
follow it like castles inside castles

Listen,
there is a goldfinch speaking to a crow
in twittering dew curled tones
sound stretching
air beacon, traveller of light
no need for tongues or trying
moss is what it is
mullein will always be tall,
soft cotton flowers of yellow fired truth

Do not be the girl who cried
wolf.
Let your axe slice down
on a perfectly seasoned beech,
cut it clean like butter through bullshit.


Delicious

There is that delicious acceptance
I may never know you.
You are a tricky jigsaw
the missing piece
lasts only the length it takes
a wave to crack a rock
and drop back down again,
I cannot wait one minute more
for your crash.

I’d like to think there’s more
to your ‘I’ than
some ocean exhaled sea foam
clinging to the lighthouse coast.

I want to learn your wild bit;
she who will check to see if live fences
really are electric,
she who will reject sham holy
and reconvene with whatever
great muddy mystery needs be.

You are a herbal concoction
one part lived
two parts untold
a tincture of contradictions,
camouflaged

In case I come to know.


Spring Medicine

She would bottle the scent
of gorse enchantment
infuse it like her childhood potions
photograph how it feels
rushing through her cells,
a store of lush
for other kinds of days.

This is intimate intoxication.

A charioteer of sensuous opening
lifting life into ripe
tender motion.

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