Cathy Donelan is a writer from the West of Ireland. Her fiction has appeared in ROPES, The Honest Ulsterman, Dodging The Rain, The Nottingham Review, Spontaneity and Blue Smoky Literary And Arts Magazine. Her poetry has appeared in The Galway Review, A New Ulster and The Blue Nib. She has won the December 2015 Poetry Pulse Prize and been highly commended in the 2016 Fool For Poetry International Chapbook Competition.
Those That Stir Under A Coming Moon
A touch of gloss
lights over the wall, plants
and ice-blue sky.
Smoothed pave under
my toes, each step fills my breath
with evening cold.
Popcorn cloud, embers edge
grey dust centre rolls within,
caught between the dying sun
and curved brush of a coming moon.
Life stirs, swat of a moth
wing and repeating ticks
of a creature in the bush stills
my thought, takes the noise and
I just breathe.
A waking evening free.
Letters form, a phrase on the lips.
A sting of punctuation souring the words
out of my mouth,
swallow the syllables
back down. A vowel too empty
to paint the taste of my heart.
A consonant too tough to tell
the curls of life that come
in a restless evening sun.
Words that gnaw on the lines of my hand
deepening rivers that run through my fingers
and over my blank page.
Vines of ink
to lay as the bones
of a story untold.