Polly Richardson (Munnelly) is a Dublin born poet now living and writing in Meath. She has been published both nationally and internationally in many anthologies and e-zine under the surname of Munnelly and more recently Richardson.
Blackbird peck meticulously
I lay my skin, stretch it,
beckon the heat
Surrender my bones to the hawk eyeing,
The drought slowly rejuvenated
I dance with cloud, contorting as they do
bow to all pretty hooves
to the edge of abundance blue
This Everest stands beneath
tonight, curl in indigo twitch dawn- shine
whisker dew droplet,
pluck fibres within
I want to drink it,
clockwise around moon
I want to pack it up- take it with me
drape as if scarf
ribbon it, a bow -1st place,
nurse it as mother to new-born
within symphony of cow major
in the key of pigeon coo
and lean to
string quartet hum, their buzz
I want to walk into blue, brush mountain tops
acrobat waltzing air
while prima- donna flutters silent wings
dotting whites softly sing
eyes don’t stop inhaling, wrestle blinks to pause
frame glitter skies slicing ebony
as she colours in dusk for tomorrow’s
dream of summer rain.
Crack la la
Removing shoes in cello shadow,
fingering holes running tip to find release
inward curse till exhale, undone,
Eyes turn up, catch cloud, hold.
Remember mist on mornings sleeping was watched?
Each breath counted as colour by numbers
on my face seeped to veins,
I walk two steps, feet always drum beat
Into shadow leaving,
Outline ribs to hip still sits- there.
I want to gorge you
Lay under conversations with constellations mapping you
Just be, licking honey.
When night calls, spoon, maybe eggs on Sunday.
Knife the wind, sail, come touch fingers
Build a tree a house, grace your eyes
Crimson leaves clap high.
Take a pebble, ripple waves lapping
Sow needle, bare thread- the sides of my face
Plant a seed, roots to sun – inter lock
Sapling earthed, paling green
Harvest – yellow moon,
Lay a bed, blanket translucent
Nurse to breast, sacrifice
Draw seeping curtains
Wings fan, faithfully flutter – absolution
Open window, let in stars
Bleed the cloud.