Hang On By One Finger If Necessary. A poem by Judymay Murphy

Oh you brilliant broken thing,
Guard your dream
With a furious kind of self-love.

Cry yourself under the table or sink –
Best not think.
(For it’s June and you’re worried for winter.)

Fetch up your bits, those meandering bones –
Write your way,
Sing your way, weep your way home.

Skyward now, ragged one,
Keep to that dream,
Trampled and awkward as it may well be.

Nothing hurts like nothing – true, still
Do persist
Hammering some manners onto the abyss.


Author of Monster-Proof Poetry out now with Eyewear Publications (above work is recent, done during lockdown and therefore not in this collection).

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