Crannog / No - Crannóg

Crannóg No 7 winter 2004
Stranger Maureen Gallagher
I met you in Java’s café
And offered you my heart.
I ripped it out
There on the spot,
Sliced (pearl-handled knife)
And fried it
With onions, mushrooms:
Salubrious sustenance,
Topped with a garnish
Of finely chopped ardour.
But sadly, you said, I’m sorry,
Didn’t you know, I’ve changed,
I don’t eat meat anymore,
And arose to go
Although you’d only just arrived.
My heart grew cold as you said goodbye.
Falling Ciaran Parkes
We take it in turns
to fall backwards
and catch each other,
a game to show
how much trust you can place
in another person.
Am I too heavy for you?
you ask, falling softly
into my arms for
the third or fourth time.
No, I answer,
of course not, no.
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