Three Poems by Amanda Niamh Dawson

 

Forever

 

 

Spectral matter 

Ageless powers 

 

In the gloom 

Shapeless rooms 

Ancient flumes 

 

Don’t come too soon 

The time 

Has many moons 

And cycles of bloom 

 

Of tides on shores 

Of air so pure 

 

Beings vast  

Shall endure 

 

 

 

Make a Wish 

 

 

Tread where you wish to go 

Keeper of fools 

Pennies we throw 

 

Go lower 

Down deep 

We hope 

With weak 

Custom 

In the bottom 

They grow 

 

Only we 

Toss our dreams 

To darkness below 

And blow out 

Our blessed sight 

With candles 

For wishes granted 

In years 

 

Our gains, once gold 

Flip fast 

Melted  

In sorrow 

 

 

 

Ruin 

 

 

Pantaloon excursions 

Into a wayward moon 

Thoughts drift on forever 

Coming soon to ruin

Amanda Niamh Dawson lives with her family on the Sonoma Coast in California. Born in London to Irish parents, then raised in Boston, she attended Tufts University, the Ecole du Louvre, and the Sorbonne. Amanda worked in Books & Manuscripts and in Old Master Paintings at Sotheby’s New York, then at Gourmet and House Beautiful. Her work has appeared in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Banyan Review, The Seraphic Review, The Ulu Review, The Ekphrastic Review, The Piker Press, Illumen, The Seventh Quarry, The Galway Review, and Woods Reader. Instagram: @thedawsonian