Documenting a plague. A poem by Sinéad Mongan

There were no funerals
for the pretences
we had preserved
to mourn our futures.

No gods to intervene
or mock our fraying beauty.

Did parlour directors
take the time
to make me look
like the me I had been,
if no one attended
the final scene?

In our histories, carbon-penned
in has-been auburns
of tree rings and pyred ash,
what colour is my hair?


Sinéad Mongan is based in Galway where she has been taking part in poetry workshops since January 2018. In 2019, she was the winner of Galway University Hospital Arts Trust ‘Poems for Patience’. She has also had poems published in Skylight 47 and by the Irish Whale and Dolphin Group. Two of her poems were also used by TACTIC in their ‘Archives of Shame’ exhibition.

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  1. Lovely work Sinéad

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