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Saturday, November 2, 2013

First Time

from Change in the Wind



In a grubby city centre flat,
on sheets impregnated with
lives that would never be,
she came on condition
that it would not mean anything;
so I being selfish, to this agreed.



Years later, I discovered
she took part of me away, surreptitiously,
and I search for what I did not know
in a small body, that I still remember 
without curves,
though it insinuates itself
into each and every dream.



She stole, what I had not yet to give
but wanted all the same.
  
©Niall OConnor 2013

Good Bookshops stocking Change in the Wind:

Scribbles (Drumcondra)
Santry Community Resource Centre
Books Upstairs (College Green)

6 comments:

  1. So moving! This resonates so much with my youth. You haven't been sleeping in my bed, have you Niall?
    Brilliant piece, my friend. Love it!

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    1. Thanks Res. I am sure your bed and the military campaigns therein would be much better organised . . . .or are they ever? ;)

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  2. Amy Barry

    A beautiful write, Niall

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  3. Rachel Sutcliffe

    poignant and powerful writing

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  4. Kay Kinghammer

    Lovely!!!!

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  5. Maeve Heneghan Huang

    Wow!

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