We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland.
Today's 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 and working in the Scottish Highlands. Shortlisted for the Wells Festival of Literature Open Poetry Competition 2019, as well as the Hennessy New Writing Awards 2018 and 2016, her writing has previously appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, as well as in The Irish Times, Gutter, Acumen Magma, The Butcher’s Dog, The Stinging Fly, Banshee Lit and others. Her debut collection will be published by Bloodaxe Books in 2021.
