After the Thaw

Squealing terns race off like winged kittens
from walled gardens, quilted by overnight flurries.
Snow in a frenzy, in a hurry, freefalling
in the dark. Mount Brandon’s peak
an iced cake.

Alien snow boulders sit on sterile grass,
the remains of snowmen beheaded by the thaw.
An abandoned glove missing its twin,
found on a sparkly roadside.

Finches finished by frost and hunger
spotted in ditches, laid bare.
Exposed to the expanse of sky, their tiny
clawed feet, curled up, grabbing air.

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Lorraine Carey was born in Coventry, England and moved to Co. Donegal, aged seven. Her poems have been featured / are forthcoming in the following online journals ; The Honest Ulsterman, The Galway Review, Vine Leaves, Quailbell, A New Ulster, Proletarian, Stanzas Limerick and Live Encounters. Her poems have appeared in two anthologies. Her first collection is forthcoming. She now resides in the picturesque, coastal village of Fenit, Co.Kerry whose wonderful, rugged and bleak (at times) landscape provides perpetual inspiration for poems.

 

 

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