from Change in the Wind
On the eleventh day of March
two thousand and eleven
the tether is broken, and
a suffering beast
breaks free for an instant,
searching for the open
seas
like Brendan’s sleeping whale,
prompted into movement
by a nuclear harpoon
set alight on its back,
from langorous resting place
this sleeping giant disturbed.
One month later, the cherry
blossom halleluiahs
in riotous praise of life;
an iridescent echoe
of the sprouting ginko trees
disdaining the erasure
of Hiroshima.
Then, the echo like thunder
rolls to my small back garden
in Dublin, where a cherry tree
splays a choir of gaping pink
that also heralds resurrection.
©Niall OConnor 2013

Amy Barry
ReplyDeleteWow! Powerful. You captured a gem, Niall. Enjoyed this.
Outstanding, my friend.
ReplyDeleteRon Kleiman
ReplyDeleteWonderful write, poignantly hopeful. a large bravo in order.
Clodagh O'Brien
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Niall, love the fact you recorded it.