6 days ago
Poem of the Week: You Were
A half-crown in a purse of copper pennies,
The talking of neighbours after Sunday mass,
A moveable feast that follows a day of fasting,
A spring of water behind summer grass,
A winter's night spent by the open fire,
A candle flame in the window on Christmas Eve,
The last turn on the road before homecoming,
A May-bush with its ribbons in the breeze,
A roadside pump that never refused water,
Evening sunshine after a day of rain,
The last dance before Lent, a waltz, a reel,
A Summer's day that will not come again.
(in memory of my mother)
Liam Aungier has had poems in Poetry Ireland Review, Cyphers and The Irish Times. A collection, Apples in Winter, was published by Doghouse.
