Edging into trouble, blessing all that's in it
Mere sunlight garnering attention redeemed.
Spending recalcitrant evenings at earliest convenience
Stating the obvious before turning back slack.
The punitive pens, shoes call the times
Speaking in time, oh! The hearty abuse,
Acquired firewater bleeding for a song
Watching for discrepancies of hardened peace.
No good, no harm. Retiring through righteousness
Breaking the consummate, gone past the post
The perspired declaration gone past the post
Shunted for paying space, sweet like the wind.
Taking literature on board, ease the discrepancy
The smooth talker siphoning credit and money
Appropriately on fire, daring to assume titles,
The homeless genius can't assuage this situation.
That's fine, but what? Loved to a point
Employment cascading around his head
Sending pigeons to small counties still bereft
Inappropriate guises broken on its own wheel.
Getting on with lives, watched with suspicion
Logical and supportive, warming to its core
Sloppy erotica better than slimmed-down gore,
Accessing service, dragged along for miles
Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork. Her first collection of poetry titled Continuity Errors was published in 2010, and a novel titled the Quest for Lost Éire, in 2014. Her poetry has been published in Southword; Narrator International; Third Point Press, Revival Journal; Seventh Quarry; Hesterglock Press; The Quarryman; Unlikely Stories; and Otherwise Engaged. A further collection of poetry, titled Outstanding Balance, is scheduled for publication in June of 2020. She was the featured poet in the inaugural edition of Fishbowl Magazine, and is a regular attendee at the O Bheal poetry night in Cork city.