POEM JOHN KELLY
TheSitting i.m.BasilBlackshaw Northern southpaw, leading with the right – addressing the thing. Some puzzle of tone perhaps, or bad light. Soutine comes up. Kristofferson, Cézanne; but mostly horses, badgers, greyhounds, Staffordshire Bull Terriers and a gleeful, outlaw plan for grub – two local cuts of bloody steak grilled on fresh-cut whins, potatoes, butter, bit of salt, Draught Guinness in a can.
John Kelly’s poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies. His novel From Out of the City
was shortlisted for the Bord Gáis Book Awards in 2014. Today’s poem is from
Notions ,anew collection from Dedalus Press My place of total honour there – that cushioned wooden chair. The breath-taking slugs of cobalt and red. The two of us laughing. Head to head.