THE BIG FREEZE
They were found
together,
limbs stretched like
starched shirts
abandoned on a washing
line,
fingers, stalacto-stalagmites
of frozen touch.
Winter had finally
seized them,
their black crow cloaks
no match for the worst
whiteout in a hundred
years.
In stories they were
witches,
two sisters hiding their
eccentricities
in the anonymity of a
bog,
magic spells and
caldrons
fodder for tale-tellers
around the
open fires of my
childhood.
But hiding in the pinked
dapple
of a rogue beech I had
watched them once,
their meagre chatter
bouncing off each other
like the sonar of a bat,
their faces soft with kindnesses
as one by one they
picked words from the earth
and rested them upon the
other’s mouth
like a coming melt of
snow.
FORTY-THREE GRAMS
Too early to name, you were too unfinished
in the womb for anyone to love but me.
At fourteen weeks your stubbed appendages
denied you somehow proper meaning to the world,
yet I imagined then the promise of your touch
and flying fingers someday glancing on piano
keys
or toes that curled like leaves in winter after
frost.
Behind those swollen sockets
I would never know the colour of your eyes -
if they were brown or blue or hazel like my own.
But somewhere past a sea of years
I watch you dance beneath a saffron sky
on meadows crusted yellow in a summer sun
or hear your footfall whisper soft on winter
snow.
Yet now your nearly heartbeat grieves in me,
its pulse the baby miracle I never knew.
Just three and forty grams -
a single letter’s weight of life unfinished
in the womb. Too early then to name
so I completed you inside my head
and loved you just the same.
'The Big Freeze' won the Westival International Poetry Prize and 'Forty-three Grams' won the Listowel Poetry Award a few years back. Both are included in my debut poetry collection.
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.
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