Eyewear is pleased to report that Salmon Poetry, of Co. Clare, Ireland, is celebrating its 30th year. As well as
promoting its superb track record, a special fundraising raffle is now underway
with a unique prize of all thirty-one (!) of its 2011 poetry collections,
signed by the authors. Have your own bookshelf of some of the finest
contemporary Irish, American and British poetry. Euro 5.00 for 5 tickets; Euro 0.00
for 12 tickets.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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