Poem of the Week | Regalement by Aoife Finnegan


By Aoife Finnegan


New plant in the sunroom,

small bird floating outside the kitchen window.

I was there that night-

wasn’t I?

Many nights (I was there),

many moons ago.


New mark on my face,

where there wasn’t one before.

You won’t have seen it yet.

You weren’t there at all.

Many nights,

Many moons ago.


Spider has moved from the bedroom ceiling,

picked up, dusted off, gone and left.

I’m still here though – 

aren’t I?

Many nights (I’ve been here),

Many moons ago.


There are new leaves on the trees

I see from the bedroom window.

I don’t sleep there anymore.


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