Two Poems
Ted Mc Carthy Doorway Living with the truth of changing light you move in the moment or sit with it knowing nothing will ever be as planned, that old men at a doorway mending nets are narrowing their vision to a knot like masons chipping to an unseen end, and that skinny girl, all braids and nerves who served you tea when you were twenty-one will open her eyes on a world you can’t conceive. Hands A sharpness of stars on glass when I called too late the shop all but shut, the slicer dismantled, its great blade taken out. Those big hands, how delicate their touch as the fine cloth slid like a skater along the edge. Under the bulb those nicks on his fingers were fresh as gills - and how suddenly the steel flashed as he lifted it level, a bowl, an offering, the first wheel! |
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About the Author: Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. He has had two collections published, November Wedding and Beverly Downs. More of his work can be found here.