'Silt Whisper' and other poems by Ailbhe Darcy
Silt Whisper That summer one-eyed jacks were wild: we learned new rules, left tea to brew. Smoke stilled air. Leaves lay unturned. Unemployment was another high. I had been a storm in a polystyrene cup, seeking scald, steam, instance, but now we drew up lists; mapped out desire lines; skipped interviews...
Six poems on Poethead