Daughter
by Lulu Sinnott
A pet morning, pale pink cloud over the Blackstairs. Starlings on the wires, fussing on drainpipes, staying now the swallows have flown. Left of my vision, gun metal grey streaks to the horizon. It’ll rain later. The garden in need of a haircut, the whole place settling in drab winter patterns. We’ll go to the airport later, already reminiscing about the loveliness of the weekend. Tonight you’ll sleep in Berlin and I’ll sleep at home, comfortable with the ghosts of our former selves. Who would revert to those chrysalides? Or trade a second of now to tinker with the past?
Lulu Sinnott has published in Cork Literary Review, A New Ulster, Hive Nature, Wexford Bohemian, ITACA, Failed Haiku; reads poetry/leads Creative Writing workshops, Electric Picnic; hosts monthly Poetry by the Barrow, Co.Kilkenny & ArtNetDLR. In 2024, she performed at Marsh Theatre, San Francisco, Brooklyn Library, New York and Another Country Bookshop, Berlin.