Poem of the Week: “Love Song” by Sinéad Morrissey

Love Song

I see light everywhere
Over the bus driver the woman
With her trolley in the street
I see dusk

I hear the clock at four
I hear the silence in cupboards
Birdsong
Backwater dawn

I taste drier than flour

I smell the roots of trees
Before I see their arms
Shrieking
On the skyline

I feel diamonds pushed into
The bloodstream
Self-generated, a gift,
Making for the head I feel my head

Thrust into
A bucketful of stars
And all my senses
Singing

–Sinéad Morrissey, from The Wake Forest Book of Irish Women’s Poetry (2011)