Cocoon. A poem by Christina Hession

When I emerge
from this cocoon,
I will wave off kummerspeck
at the departure gate for Cologne.

I will paint tangerine sunsets
over The Long Walk,
in an acquamarine kimono
accompanied by Por una Cabeza.

I will learn how to say
‘you’re a big ride’ in Italian,
and practice it in Lisdoonvarna
on an unsuspecting hill farmer.

I will silence that niggling character
who wants his own short story,
I will scale my ‘to be read’ book towers,
like a griseous Rapunzel.


Christina Hession is a native of Dunmore, Co Galway. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from UCC. Recently shortlisted for the Saolta Arts Poetry Competition, Christina’s poems have appeared in Boyne Berries, The Honest Ulsterman, Bangor Literary Journal, Ropes and Quarryman.

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