We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland.
Today's featured poem is Month's Mind by Aoife Lyall - read it below.
We don’t know which ones we’re meant to bring
so we settle on the yellows for all the sorrys
there are. We pick the smallest bunch. Full
of buds, but no flowers, we lay them to rest
in the river. Our slow footsteps mourning the dying
shadows, we walk back to the house, together
and alone. Once home, we bury our good shoes
at the bottom of the wardrobe. We pour the tea
and unwrap plates of sandwiches and cake.
In low voices we talk a little about the life
you never lived, and the house you never lived in
is overwhelmed by all the people who didn’t know to come.
About The Poet: Aoife Lyall is an Irish poet living in the Scottish Highlands. Shortlisted for the Hennessy New Writing Awards in 2016 and 2018, her work has appeared in Acumen, Banshee Lit, The Irish Times, Magma, Poetry Ireland Review, and Under the Radar, among others. Her debut collection Mother Nature (Bloodaxe Books, 2021) explores the tragic and tender experiences of pregnancy and early motherhood.
