Low Moral Ground
A poem by Patricia Walsh

Low Moral Ground

Not knowing where to get off, hated for same
Crying on apposite shoulders, a singular cult.
Asked, not told to merrily switch places
Escalating, with reason, a timeless display
Consuming time wasted on a singular enjoyment.

The blustered kiss is gone, sank like a stone
The harbinger’s suicide a future permitting
Rolling through chaste vision on another call
Seeking perfection overseas is not a bad idea.

The handhold, the hand-picked, love as it should be
The angry absence navigates closer to the bone,
Engaged on sight, misplaced kisses overnight
Perfumed hatred ultimately did no harm
Not worth the while of declaring a sort of purpose.

Some do land on their feet, rotten founderings
Run the gauntlet, failure calls the mission
Consanguinity in hand removing stains lightly
The hardened summer is at a loss to decide.

How it ended badly is anyone’s guess.
Worse for drink doesn’t settle matters,
Designed for an accident, no more than that,
Spilling over coffee what’s not to be done
Stupid repentance on every front.

About the Author:

Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork, Ireland.  To date, she has published one novel, titled The Quest for Lost Eire, in 2014, and has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications in 2010. She has since been published in a variety of print and online journals across Ireland, The UK, USA, and Canada.  She has also published another novel, In The Days of Ford Cortina, in August 2021.

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