Ted Mc Carthy
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.
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!
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.