Saturday, 16 September 2017

Leaving Ireland for England, 1950s

Mother was taking us to where

she usually was.


People threw up.

Irish sea rough,

night dark ­­– hard

to know how to escape

mess on the deck

vile smells

crashing noise

confusion.


We, ten and eight,

knew rocky beaches,

the Sugar Loaf,

rides on donkey and cart,

boarding school.

We were leaving –

boat then train,

more trains.


In the end

not coming back.

© Lavinia Kumar

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Lavinia Kumar’s new poetry book, The Celtic Fisherman’s Wife: A Druid Life, is on Amazon (US & UK). Her website is laviniakumar.org

1 comment:

  1. I like the contrasts used here, Lavinia. They really make the point.

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