Poem
Leontia Flynn
Without Me
Without Me
Without Me
Once, in the hiatus of a difficult July,
down Eskra’s lorryless roads from sweet fuck all,
we were flinging – such young sophisticates – like a giant frisbee
this plastic lid of an old rat poison bin.
We were flinging it from you to me, me to you, you to me;
me-you, you-me, me-you, you back again.
And you would have sworn that its flat arc was a pendulum,
compassing Tyrone’s prosey horizon.
And I would have sworn that our throw and catch had such momentum
that its rhythm might survive, somehow, without me.
© 2004, Leontia Flynn
From: These Days
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
From: These Days
Publisher: Jonathan Cape, London
Leontia Flynn
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1974)
Leontia Flynn was born in County Down in 1974 and currently lives in Belfast. After taking her MA at Edinburgh, she completed her PhD on the poetry of Medbh McGuckian at Queen’s in Belfast in 2004, joining her subject in the distinguished list of poets associated with the University since the 1960s. Flynn was awarded an Eric Gregory award in 2001, helping her to complete her first collection, T...
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Without Me
Once, in the hiatus of a difficult July,
down Eskra’s lorryless roads from sweet fuck all,
we were flinging – such young sophisticates – like a giant frisbee
this plastic lid of an old rat poison bin.
We were flinging it from you to me, me to you, you to me;
me-you, you-me, me-you, you back again.
And you would have sworn that its flat arc was a pendulum,
compassing Tyrone’s prosey horizon.
And I would have sworn that our throw and catch had such momentum
that its rhythm might survive, somehow, without me.
From: These Days
Without Me
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