POEM JOHN KELLY

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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.

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