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Polly Richardson ( Munnelly)

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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.

Dawn Shine

Blackbird peck meticulously

I lay my skin, stretch it,

beckon the heat

Surrender my bones to the hawk eyeing,

The drought slowly rejuvenated

Blackbird peck

I dance with cloud, contorting as they do

Moving eastoverwest

bow to all pretty hooves

to the edge of abundance blue

J’adore J’adore

This Everest stands beneath

tonight, curl in indigo twitch dawn- shine

whisker dew droplet,

pluck fibres within

 

Swing

I want to drink it,

move

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

and swaddle

within symphony of cow major

in the key of pigeon coo

and lean to

string quartet hum, their buzz

the foundation

the cement

I want to walk into blue, brush mountain tops

acrobat waltzing air

while prima- donna flutters silent wings

bursting change

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,

you swim,

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

No monologs

Spotlights

Other voices

Just be, licking honey.

When night calls, spoon, maybe eggs on Sunday.

 

Seeds    

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

And bow

Bleed the cloud.

 

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