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 is an Irish poet in Saint Mullins/Graiguenamanagh, editing a chapbook. She has published in A New Ulster journal, Cork Literary Review, Featured Irish poet ITACA journal, Drawn to the Light, The Prose Poem, PrimeCut/Axis Ballymun Anthology, via her BerlinErasmus blog; led Creative Writing workshops/performed Serenity Garden, Electric Picnic; Committee-member ArtNetDLR; facilitated Poetry Day Ireland workshops Kilkenny Library/Walters Pub; MC Kilkenny Soapbox City (AKA); hosts monthly Open-Mic:Poetry by the Barrow Graiguenamanagh; co-hosts ArtNetDLR’s Open Mic Poetry-by-the-Sea. Member: IWC, Dublin Haiku Salon, Kilkenny Writers Forum (guest facilitator); 2024, read Marsh Theatre, San Francisco, Brooklyn Library NY, Another Country, Berlin.