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Poem of the Week |7| Cradle

By Claire Murphy

Cradle

If I could I would give you that painting there
Two lambs alone on a mountain top

Seven tiny bronze balloons
To suspend along your wall

Blocks of glass too
The colour of jelly tots
After you suck the sugar off

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A granite pig to protect you as you slept

Above him I’d shelve the sets of plaster feet
The colour of your innocence
Toes chipped here and there by the call of motion
The inability to stand still

I’d let you touch them all
Press your dimpled hand against the paint
Lick colour

I’d hand you a single bronze balloon
Let it borrow your curled up warmth

For you to better understand
The taste of things
The weight of carved creation

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Claire Murphy is a current student at IADT studying Visual Art Practice with an emphasis on the marriage of monologue and dialogue with the visual. She works mainly through poetry and short story but has begun to venture into script writing with her short film “Outside Lines”. Her interest is in snap shots of human experience and the relationships between people as they move through their lives.

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