Chimney Song
(i.m.
Oscar and Valeria Ramirez)
From the throat of the chimney, a song,
smoke-trilled in a hearth’s open mouth,
a blackbird offering his end of day story
to earth and sky, while here
in my sitting room the world shifts.
On television, a father and child,
his t-shirt backpacking her small frame
suddenly a weight of stones in the current.
Catch of the day.
I muzzle the sound, drown a flow
of blame mouthed from the screen
and in my sitting room catch a blackbird’s
song swallowing up the space
between here and the Rio Grande.
Floats
I am an image in monochrome -
a flipper sucking stubborn
to a naked foot, plastic suicide vest
bottling my chest; death floats, all.
My last swim, my last.
Drag me from the shallows,
discover secrets of my insignificance
bagged around the protest of a drenched
throat -
mobile telephone, memory card intact,
leaking the riddle of my shattered history.
For here I am, ten thousand pixels
washed in technicolour,
my wanderings weaved frame to frame,
preserved like floaters swimming
in the salty lenses of your eyes.
The Reach
He lays a map upon the table
fingering their long journey
from the smudge of home
and stabs redlined borders
that thread like arteries over the creases.
He does not want his children to forget.
His touch finds the place
they should now call home –
this wound on the paper
where their healing can begin
and where every voyage taken
gives promise of a new life.
Yet his head harbours lists
reluctant to recede, grievances
as infinite as time passing in foreign
tongues,
remembered losses that may still break him
and an ache for the land left hungry and
alone,
withering into a sort of history.
This is their future now, reached
by the single span of a hand across a map.
He will pleat his sorrow into its folds,
pocketing the past in that place
where every road must surely lead
and only the persistent heart can finally
know.
Lynda Tavakoli lives in County Down, Northern Ireland, where she facilitates an adult creative writing class and is a tutor for the Seamus Heaney Award for schools. A poet, novelist and freelance journalist, Lynda’s writings have been published in the UK, Ireland, the US and the Middle East, with Farsi and Spanish translations.
Lynda has been winner of both poetry and short story prizes in Listowel, The Westival International Poetry Prize and runner-up in The Blackwater International Poetry Competition and Roscommon Poetry Competition. Her poems have also appeared in The Irish Times, New Irish Writing.
She was recently a guest poet on RTE1 The Poetry Programme and her poem, ‘You’re Beautiful’, was featured in the ‘Words Lightly Spoken’ podcast.
Her debut poetry collection, ‘The Boiling Point for Jam’ is published by Arlen House and includes these three poems which concern the plight of refugees, a subject that has sadly been forgotten about recently.
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