"First Annual Report"

A

Year  on, my love,

A Year  since we Parted,

You  to  the  Prayer-wrapped Unknown,

Me  to  a Cell  called Freedom

In  your  Place I have Memory,

A  stingy  Usurper

Dispensing  crumbs

From  the  banquet  of  your Table

Like  a donkey  in Omeath

Kicking  my Pride

And  your  Laughter

Animating  the  Mournes

Or  Champagne  Saturday

When  we  whooped  and  Danced

To  new Celestial  Arrivals

On  our Cherished Firmament

Your  light  is on  Dim  now, my love,

Yet  blinding  Flashes of you

Startle  me  awake

From  the  barren  Limbo of  Dreams,

You'll  be  pleased God  is Back,

He  Left  when you died,

Went  a.w.o.l.,

Like  He'd  been  found out

Not  having  the  Answers

And  Permitting  instead  a Soothing Indulgence:

Why  hast Thou Forsaken me

Yet  there  again, my dear,

I  must  Allow  for Pre-occupation

With  Glamorous  new Arrival,

Introductions  all  round,

Glasses Raised  and  all  that,

Yours  a  spritzer, my love?

That's  about  It  for now, my dear,

Except to  say the blubbering  is Ceased

And  Sorrow's  sickly syrup of Self

Expunged  from  the Menu

Well...in  Hope  and  Prayer,  that  is

My  love

~Gerry Corr

Ireland

~Beannaichte'
28 December, 2014
 

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