Visit to a Graveyard
Babbling brook
And lexicon of stone
You push up no daisies
Only wilting arrangements
Still
Only a stick cross
Marks the mound over carrion
And the last dress you’ll ever wear
I stand
In slow seeping darkness
Waiting for a moment with you
Thinking I thought we had forever
But no music, no laughter, only shoes sinking in winter wet–
You are not here.
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Biography
Niamh Twomey is a young Irish writer, and student of English
Literature and French in UCC, Cork. Since winning the Hotpress ‘Write
Here Write Now’ young writers competition in 2016, her work has been
published in journals such as ‘Quill & Parchment’, ‘Flight Writing’,
‘Ink Sweat and Tears’, Cork’s ‘Quarryman’, and many more.
Well done Niamh. Beautiful words as usual, and the pace of this poem is perfect.
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