Desmond Egan, Irish Poet
The prompt word on Wordpress's Daily Post today is "Hideout." Since I didn't have any poems using that word, I looked on Google, and the first one that showed up was a YouTube video of Desmond Egan reading his poem by that name. I just loved it:
Oaks down the road
fall into their own shadows
making the quiet
quieter.
And not for double decker Dublin
would I swap my little stream,
its imaginary whisper,
its stone bridge for sitting on,
its bank sloping with saplings
and greeny light,
its flicker of midges.
Down there
the sound of a car empties
like an ambulance passing
or the
crinkle of a trout
and everything is othered
by this puzzle of water
barely moving its cloud.
Once I ran away there
and never came back.
How is it that I have lived this long and have never heard of this poet? Now I find that there are many sites online that feature him. I look forward to reading more of his work!
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