Livewire. A poem by Helen Dempsey

wren, newcomer to the garden
mingle with bare twigs in veronica
keep up your tail. Lift me.
Chirrup vespers.

Blackbirds, he and she,
forage in mossy grass
dodge under escalonia.
Trill me a sunset.

Robin, soul of my ancestors
your back is to me, contemplate
the pattern of your territory.
Warble matins.

This is my domain for now.
Bring me gossip,
fake facts, rumours

from across the hedge
from across the road
from the limit of your wings.

I am cocooned here.
Sing me of Heaven where close to the Source
big-hearted empathy tinted your christening.
Spread some good news.


Helen Dempsey from Rush, Co. Dublin has been published in anthologies, magazines, online and local radio. She is a member of Ardgillan Creative Writers Group.

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