Saturday, July 19, 2014

Gravity


An in-breath of braced air,
shoulders steady, balanced.

Below a scream sharp fulcrum,
the rhythmic scrape of
nipples on rough plaid linen shirt.

The slow rise, and sudden
fall of an arm; final 
arc to a place of rest.

The spent bullet left alone,
eventfully rolls from
an emptied eye socket;
an involuntary 
aftermath.


© niall oconnor 2014


Silent epidemic of male suicide.

7 comments:

  1. It certainly is a silent epidemic and your poem is a brilliant response to it. Wonderfully concise. Thank you.

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  2. Rachel SutcliffeJuly 20, 2014 at 8:32 PM

    Powerfully done Niall

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  3. Patrick Joseph DorrianJuly 20, 2014 at 8:33 PM

    Given the topic, done with great skill and sensitivity

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  4. Beautiful write, Niall

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  5. A topic that touches all of us and me personally not an easy one to write about. Well done Niall O Connor.

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  6. Gravity indeed, Niall. This one weighs heavily! Good work!

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