Monday, 10 June 2013

And the Rain is Raining

Germany drops its longest word for labelling

Cattle after changes in the law

First the word

Then the object of the word itself.

Field evaporates, fences fade

And the bucket swinging in the hand

Of the farmer’s daughter melts

On the way to the milking shed.

Soon, all is still and unbearable

And what remains unnamed resumes

Its call for naming – like a beast

That wails until its easing.

I wonder, if again, we’d call

These things the word we put from mind?

Or instead, we’d simply let

Them stagger on their new-born

Legs, out from the yard buildings

And in to the brief unknown?

The sun is coming down.

The town is coming home.

The field begins once more to grow

And the fences deepen.

Patrick Toland is a graduate of the new Masters of Creative Writing in Oxford University. He was shortlisted for the Lightship Poetry Prize 2011 and was a winner of the Bodleian Science Library Poetry Competition 2011 and the Edward Stanley Prize. He was selected as an emerging writer by Windows Publication in 2010 and for the 2012 Poetry Ireland Introductions. In 2013 he was nominated for the Hennessy Literary Award.