The Aisle
(After W. B.)
When I met her I knew her mind was free
her shopping done, her fortune made
so we fled here, a cabin, sanctuary for bee
and butterfly, a gorgeous glade.
But Shangri-la proved dull, the passion slow
and dreary where the linnet sings.
We grew tired of sunlight’s dance, the glow
of moon, the whirr of little wings
in tedious paradise night and day.
She took the ferry to the shore.
I stayed, saw fruit decay, squirrel and grey
rat gnaw our apple to its core.
Bionote
Michael Farry’s latest poetry collection, An Apology for Our Survival, was published this year by Revival Press, Limerick, Ireland Previous collections were Troubles (2020), The Age of Glass, (2017) and Asking for Directions (2012). A retired primary teacher, he was at one time the editor of the poetry magazine, Boyne Berries.
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