Crannog / No - Crannóg

Crannóg No 7 winter 2004
A Marriage Orlaith O’Farrell
The striking thing about her was her thumb
and he lived under it. For all her smile,
her charming looks, the detail
of his life was hers. He couldn’t come
so much as out to lunch, she’d thrum
with anger. A shrug of chenille,
a flick of ponytail
determined every outcome.
He told himself he hated it; then, too,
he lived it that way. Some, when
they’ve bad home-lives, don’t try for new.
In his familiar pen
with her he was a mouse. In lieu
at work was rampant, vocal, master amongst men.
Under The Apple Tree Mary Madec
Girl with her nylons withdraws
From the waiting dogs
Dogs with their paws
Pounce and pound out their threats
Girl digs in heels
At the foot of the old apple tree
There they are, her legs
Tan and inviting,
Pale though, underneath
White, like bare teeth,
Femme fatale
In a back garden in Mayo
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