We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Week, presented in association with Poetry Ireland

This week's poem is Saints by Iulia David - read it below.

Love is late Sunday at lunch,

all the family around the table, saints

at the top of the teaspoon handles

coming to life with warm pie –

the table's old pine,

the chairs are smoked oak,

they don't talk to each other,

four brothers bowing their heads

before their father, a necklace of gods

come to earth as themselves –

they're passing the tray around,

thick fingers, palms, coarse

as the crust on the pie,

where's the wine to wash away

the aftertaste of childhood –

the wine is over and the cold blood

orange juice rests in stains –

no wonder the dog shares

the melancholy of the leftovers,

unrestrained as they are,

with bare bones and pickles

and heart-shaped plums –

there's a vestige of busyness

between the blinks of the candles

one of them asks, another replies,

yes, it's already half past four,

then silence again. Another one turns

the radio on and a sad song dunks

the afternoon light in the sugar kitchen,

blue lino meets blue tiles,

a baby snake about to be born

in the corners of their eyes –

it's only a matter of time till one

will fight the other, these kind people,

who put the suckling pig on its bed of apples

with their hands and peeled the potatoes

with their hands, always on the lookout

to slake the ravenous thirst handed down

from the first to bear their name –

when there's no more wine,

they go for more pie, always,

always keep their mouths busy,

not to drop from between their teeth

the name of the one who died –

About the Poet: Iulia David is a Romanian-born, London-based poet who graduated from the MA in Writing Poetry at the Poetry School and Newcastle University. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Magma, The Rialto, harana poetry, Perverse, and the League Against Cruel Sports anthology For the Silent. She won a special commendation in the 2017 Oxford Brookes International Poetry Competition (EAL).