You of the spiral-shell curls; the sea-chained voice. No wonder the waves made a play for your soul . . .
As we lie in the swan neck of spent love, my hands play the ivory rush of your skin, summer smooth, petal keys sound out the first chord.
I’m still buzzing from all the excitement of Waterford Writers’ Weekend. For those that didn’t make it to my reading, here is a video clip from the day. It features a poem called ‘Waterford Waits’, written in 2007 and inspired by Waterford Hurlers.